ever have one of those days where you just feel like someone threw a bag over your head? like you're just sitting around in a confused stupor? and i don't mean after smokin' some righteous weed, either. i mean…that's just your purely exhausted point of view…

yeah. that's where i am. i spent a great deal of my work day just sitting there with a confused look on my face. this, of course, prompted a few of my co-workers to ask if i was heshin' it today. "dude…are you stoned?" no, but thanks for asking. i kinda stood around production and talked to this girl that i work with that i kinda think is awesome. mainly i just stood around. or sat around. but somehow i managed to get a ton of work done. weird.

and then i came home and fell asleep on the couch.

clyde seems to have adjusted to my new sleep schedule. she now wakes me up at 6am instead of the customary 8am. she knows she has to try to kill any chance that i will sleep soundly through until my alarm clock goes off. fuckin' cat. she also has gotten to the point where she cries for food, even when her bowl is still half full. i try to reason with her…

me: there's starving kitties out on the streets and you're giving me shit because your bowl isn't filled to the brim?
clyde: you think i give a fuck about starving kitties? i'm the one in the house.
me: you should give a fuck. what if it were you?
clyde: shut up and fill the bowl, fucker. meow.
me: yes m'am.

and such is my life…