affreca

Ok, so I am not a classical physicist. Of any sort. But I seem to be awake, and not quite sleepy. Dratted naps. I have mostly been following a normal schedule, but I laid down for a bit this afternoon. And I got up and walked home. Good thing, the kittens were out of food. I swear, they barely touch the bowl, but if I leave they finish it off in record time.

If you hadn't noticed, my life revolves around them. Tried to socialize. Went down to South Park to the local SCA meeting. Discussed the weather for a bit, then took off. Didn't quite click with them. I guess I was spoiled with the Vermillion group. Or I am just not in the mood to meet new people. That depressed me for a bit, so I tickled Tom. It is our compromise, I get my aggressions out, and no useless hurtful words are exchanged. I had Tom and Jorge witness that I wanted to donate my organs when I die. The Kansas drives license has a spot on the back where you and two witnesses sign. It is now smeared. If there are any doubts, you can all be my witnesses. Hey, and I don't believe in excessive life support either. Please do not pass laws in order to keep me alive. Then I read Calvin and Hobbes. Silliness.

I was thinking about putting up my long rant about reproduction here, but I have to do chase kittens and annoy my downstairs neighbors with excessive thumping late at night.