Moody Meow

Had a hiccup with the smoking, and so today, I have kind of a smoking hang over. My face is killing me, my sinuses feel weighted down and my head hurts. All I can take is Advil, no Sudafed. I am being punished for my tomfoolery.

This weekend is packed with things to do. Among them I am counting on a nap! I wish I could take one now. I didn’t sleep terribly well. Also there will be some visits with friends. We were shopping for a new TV, to utilize the HD capability of my Xbox 360, but we are going to forego that until my birthday. I am hoping to get enough money to get one. Of course, I don’t want another 32″ one. I want bigger, brighter and better. Imagine Morrowing on 42″!!! It just makes me giggle like a Japanese schoolgirl. I realize the tv we have is fine, but when we’ve looked at those with HDs, the image got me all hot. But that is enough about the tvs we can’t afford right now. It’s fun to window shop though.

I’ve had really wierd dreams lately. This morning I was a Forest Ranger with Cat…we had an outpost in a tree. It made sense at the time. Tali and Julie and Cat and I all had a house on the last car of the El a couple of nights ago. Oh, and there was a robot dream, but I’m not really sure where that one went. D and I had a beagle farm, but all the beagles were puppies and had Pip and Pucks’ personaility. But BEAGLES IN DREAMS! I am plagued by them. Dreams are interesting to experience. I try to remember them, but often they dissapate like melting snow.

We saw Voodoo’s Daddy last night. If you didn’t know, he’s the son of Vanya’s slutty cat - Eva. Vanya thought a black stray had a good time with Eva when she escaped. She came back knocked up. When I saw this cat race across Hampton towards Vanya’s place (she lives pretty damn close to us so we pass her house all the time) D and I announced that we found Voodoo’s father. His father was all black, a good size, and a fast little booger. We only caught sight of him for a moment, but I imagine he was going to visit Eva’s window - where she sits and pines for her baby’s daddy.

My moleskine is getting more play. I carry it with me everywhere and as a result, I can record conversations without being too obvious. I’ve come to realize that school girls use the word “like” as if it were some kind of comma in verbal speech. I wanted to smoosh my burrito in one girl’s face who kept using the phrase improperly.

Did I mention my face was going to essplode? (and this misspelling is purposeful… I’m changing the english language to something more interesting). Smoofie also works in that category.