That Cat REALLY Doesn't Like Me

Woke up. Checked my email and my daily web comics. Came back to my room to prepare for my morning shower. Saw that in the 20 minutes that I'd left my door open, Flynn decided to crap on my bed. Again. For the fourth time.

And it was a pretty big shit for such a small cat. I swear to god I think he saves it up as long as he can in case an opportunity presents itself. It's always the same spot too - it's not like there's crap all over the house because he can't hold it in.

He got a nose full for his troubles and a timeout on the litter box.

On the bright side, I've been changing my linens more often.

Meme-oires 30: A Final Moment

( First memory, final moment... )

A Dissection of the Meme-oires

So that was a weird month.

I feel tense, stressed and emotionally exhausted. A lot of it was from the amount of introspection that the meme required. I'm not used to that level of it. I had to dig around in some of the more musty parts of my psyche.

Aside: The feelings aren't entirely because of that meme. I've been reading this thread on Making Light, and work has been stressful the last week or so.

I think this has triggered my yearly birthday-to-valentines depression a month ahead of schedule. Hopefully my trip to Victoria in 9 days will improve my mood.

So what have I accomplished? Well I've put way too much information about my past, my mental issues and my sex life out onto the net. Even the positive posts had traces of emo whining in them. I'm not happy about that - I really need to bury that shit so that I don't inadvertently push people away.

Hopefully there was enough of the positive for people to read and be informed without me seeming like a basket-case. I really can function rather well day-to-day.

And the next few big posts won't have much to do with me, because damn, I want to write about something else.