Thursday was busy. I moved the Sirius receiver into the living room and the reception is better with northern exposure. Also I started cleaning up, throwing stuff out and getting dishes in the sink for a washing. The bedroom remains a daunting task and I will probably always procrastinate in this regard just like I procrastinate with the unpacked boxes from nearly five years ago piled up against a wall.
Clutter is a symptom of depression. An acquaintance of mine related the fact that when this individual cleaned out their apartment, prior to moving in with friends, there were eight big garbage bags full of shit. Believe me, I sympathize because I'm in the same boat. Not looking for sympathy, just stating a fact.
Spot and I had a lovely day. Later at the Birdhouse, Jaybird and maribou and I spoke about tomorrow's preliminaries for a Vampire game and I came home only to find that raddidge had come and gone. I had a day completely without my special bunny.
It is my fondest desire that I do see raddidge in person sometime this weekend. I know she's been ill most of the week and I may be demanding the sun and the moon.
Tragedy didn't stop, a small cream-colored cat with faint tiger stripes and blue eyes had gotten out of the house and was run over by a car. The person who was party to this accident was effusive in their apologies but there wasn't a way I could find any forgiveness. Next I learned that some of my neanderthal ancestors had been found deep in a cave having been dead for the last ten weeks. A genie appeared and offered me three wishes. Much to my dismay, the wishes had a twist which would make Rod Serling proud.
My wish? Bring back the cat and bring back the neanderthals. No one was happy with their resurrection. The neanderthals were particularly vocal in their dismay. "We weren't asleep! We were something better! Do you think we wanted to come back?" was most of their rant. I couldn't find the kitten anywhere. The neanderthals became violent and I forgot that I had one wish left over to set everything as it was before the original two wishes.
Infuriated cavemen started chasing me down until I reached a library. There I turned into a werejackal wielding two scimitars. My main move was rolling towards my opponent, leaping into the air and spinning around like a cuisinart.
