Simply writing this for posterity's sake. I am offline.
As much as I hate being offline, it does make me feel relaxed. I spent the last two hours staring at the ceiling, laying on my back on the lovesac and listening to the History Channel.
I was going to see if I could do something about my computer and fix it but maribou is ill which kept me from entering the Birdhouse.
Spot was very demanding when I got home but I didn't know why and I still don't know what was troubling her. I really can't lift anything heavy with my left arm without it collapsing on me. This prevents me from cleaning the litterbox. There's plenty of kibble, water and some wetfood that I gave her the other night.
I hope raddidge doesn't worry about me. I would've left a message but I know she doesn't answer the phone and I don't know how frequently she checks the voicemail. Plus I don't know what her family would make of a message from me using my over-the-top Super Mario voice.
Shit, I don't even know if there's a game on Friday.
So vicious.
I wonder if she wants to beat up a dog.
raddidge says, "Poor dog!"
One thing stood out in my dream. White particles that flashed purple were falling throughout all of my dreams. Omega seven was the name of the substance. Something about the dust meant the end of the world. Fortunately I had amazing vision that could zoom in on these motes. They were tiny, metallic, purple sevens. Sevens of the Republic, not Europe, meaning they don't have that slash through the middle.
Thing is that I woke up a few times thinking I was slowly being covered by omega seven.
