March is almost over, thank goodness.
Right now I'm stressing out with separation anxiety. Thankfully Spot's being very affectionate to me. I know she's being sincere because she has lots of food and water in addition to a clean litterbox in the kitchen. Part of me wants to physically beat sense into my thick, fool head and the other part is ashamed that this is becoming an issue in my life. Everyone says raddidge is a keeper. I know raddidge is a keeper. What's worse is the fact that part of me is saying take down the raddidge wallpaper on my desktop because I don't deserve any joy.
I've started re-reading The Shadow Out of Time: The Corrected Text.
raddidge emailed me an mp3 of kitties singing Ode To Joy. Spot went nuts when she heard it and the mp3 of Blue Christmas.
There ain't much more going on with me.
Green suit, green top hat with an oversized buckle, pointy shoes and that long pipe that appears to be upside down. Not only was I an arsonist but I was Irish. Once I got outside I discovered that I had a magical item which would faciliate my escape, a tiny My Little Pony doll. She had a purple body, blonde hair and a really long blonde tail. Upon stroking the tail, the pony would bear me aloft to the stars where I could get away scot-free.
Unfortunately it was low on charges. When I stroked the tail, I'd rise as high as the treetops only to come painfully crashing down into some bushes. Some cops were on patrol, shined their spotlight into the bush and quickly found me.
