What day is it? I wouldn't know if I didn't keep this site.
Life is okay, Spot is relatively quiet and Gross Cat hasn't been seen since early Monday evening.
raddidge helped me this evening when I wrote another part of my story. The gist that she conveyed to me was that I don't have something to say except to tell a story. What's the point behind the death of 99% of humanity and leaving my clone roaming around the necropolis of Colorado Springs?
Now I'll put it on the back burner and hope something comes up.
I can't think of any use for an iPod, it's just an Apple-branded MP3 player. Since I don't watch TV and mostly avoid popular media, I can't say that I've been saturated with the iPod culture. Yet it stands that I dreamt about how I owned an iPod.
If I was close enough to another iPod user, I could download their MP3s regardless whether the person wanted them to be available to others. Some person came along and told me how I could jostle the device in such a way to enable a web browser that worked off wireless internet technology.
Why the hell did I have this dream?
The only interesting part of the dream which wasn't about some product was when I learned that I could sell my Volkswagen for $15,000 because these cars are always in high demand by little girls with indulgent fathers. Even if the car was owned by a fat man with questionable hygiene and a penchant for black clothes that weren't color-fast.
I am pleased and hope this means a quiet evening.
Now to leave some kibble outside for Gross Cat.
