I read some advice on how to overcome procrastination online today and was going to start to use some of the suggestions in my day-to-day routine, but maybe tomorrow I’ll start instead.
Month: September 2005
I was woken up this morning by contruction workers putting in a new drive way next door at 8am. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if a) i wasn’t hungover and b) the driveway is maybe 15ft from my bed. OK fine. So I walk downstairs all bleary eyed coffee in hand to bumble around on the internet all morning (wtf would I do without it?!) when i feel something squishy and wet between my toes. Bailey left a nice morning kitty suprise on the floor for me, yay!
And wouldn’t you know it, someone beat me to the (rather sick & twisted) idea for a website.
katpuke.com
God I love the internet!
It would take 204.75 cans of Mountain Dew to kill me. The good news is I’ve only had 200 cans or so today. Give or take.
Death by Caffiene:
http://www.energyfiend.com/death-by-caffeine/
After becoming totally desensitized to the whole New Orleans/Katrina thing, I was totally caught off gaurd by a blogger writing about his brief return home & his hopes to find his cat Lola alive.
I look around and see that there’s not much damage. Some more small trees and shrubs are down in my neighbor’s yard. A handful of my potted plants have died. I walk back to the kitchen to get my duffel bag and start packing.
Then I see her: a long, low lump stretched across a side table. I take a step toward her and call out “Lola?”, but she doesn’t respond.
The pieces quickly fall into place: during the storm, the door to the study slammed shut, trapping her in the back of the house for nearly three weeks, a few crucial feet away from bowls of food and a tap that’s still dripping. Lola’s eyes are slits, green and lifeless. I call her name again, stroke her back, but nothing.
Without thinking, I say, “I’m sorry.” I keep repeating it: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
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