Thursday, January 31, 2008
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
This is my bed. I lay claim to it. If I had a flag, I would stick it in the middle of the bed and let it triumphantly fly. My flag would have a picture of my face, so you would know it was my flag. I will raise my paw in the air and proclaim, this bed is my land, not your land. If you would, please take me outside to do my business.
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Monday, January 07, 2008
The weekend is not enough time. I want days, weeks, months to do nothing. Nap in the middle of the day for no reason. It's a dream. A dream of working when you need to, making art because you want to. Now, everything is schedules and commerce and have to be here. Someday, there will be no need to be anywhere.
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Thursday, January 03, 2008
If I have learned anything, the simple fact is that I hate to wake up. Bed is so nice and warm in the winter. However, Norris decided that it would be fun to claw me. If you pet him, he stops. That said, I was not awake, so he would claw me, bite me and jump on me. At 6 AM. The alarm had more time and I said, "Please, let me sleep." Cats either don't understand English, or more likely, do not give a shit. He kept clawing me as I tried to wrap blankets into a fabric shield against his overtures. It was to no avail. Norris was not to be denied. As I got out of the shower, he was there, triumphant on the toilet. He beat me.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Running through nature trails, meeting little kids, getting her nails done, going to parties, wearing dresses. Dogs really pack a lot of living into one day. That may be why they age in dog years, as they do 4 months of stuff in one day. They aren't lazy, I will tell you that much.
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