2001:July:17
2001
Being tired is a miserable feeling unless you're about to go to bed. And I am. It's only 7something but I've been acting like a twenty-six year old this week, staying up all night, talking, and drinking wine. In the morning I wonder why we think we can pull it off. I hope we can. It just seems that frustration and headache is a monstrous possibility. Talk is cheap but fun. I think I'll end up doing my own thing. Geminis are focused for moments. Not ever.
The Castle Street Kids are building a fort in front of my house. That's cool except that I'm sure my selfish neighbor set them up there. Like the time he let them paint the sidewalk in front of my house, the plants, and the brick wall. 90 percent of the ferns I planted have been stomped to death and tomorrow I'm sure the car will be sitting on four flat tires. But still, kids having fun is more important than any of that. Like GG and his swords. I bet GG could whip my neighbor's ass good. I should tell GG that my neighbor Rick called him "one of them liberals" and that Rick voted for GW.
My cat met her first black person yesterday. This is my fault. All my friends seem to be white and my cat's previous owners for the last four years were white. Anyway, usually she's a friendly cat but when Robert walked in the cat flipped out. Her ears flattened and she growled. I guess it didn't help that Robert chased her down and started dragging her around by her tail (Robert's only 8) but he only did that after her little episode. She's fully recovered from the tail dragging but I'm afraid her cat like associative mind could lead to further embarrassments. The change definitely starts with me. But for now, my cat has lost quite a few cutie pie points. Now she just seems a little elitist, a little backwoods, and a little too human.
