Friday began with Spot's head pressing against my face interrupted by her biting the bridge of my nose. After feeding and watering her I waddled outside and started up the car. That's when I noticed a familiar black tail with a teeny tiny hilarious white tip. Like a shark's fin the tail passed from the front of my car to the passenger door to the front of the car again.
Tuxedo meowed loudly at me then stared expectantly at me. I said hello, Tuxedo bumped her head against my hand and followed me as I walked over to the door to the neighboring apartment buidling. The poor caft wanted to eat so I went back into my apartment, fetched a can of delicious wet food and cracked it open on the stoop. It was time for work and I headed off to my boring day job.
Lunchtime was spent doing my accupressure. Twice. Ever since lunch I've been on edge, feeling my pulse race in a not very nice way and upon my arrival home I've been barking shit out like I have Tourettes syndrome. Seriously what the fucking hell?
Even reminding myself that there are 130 more days gave no solace. Tuesday's session can not come quickly enough.
Thursday went so well and was so boring and uneventful, why Friday?
Only one vignette remained from Thursday night cum Friday morning's dreaming. I was in a garage. Standing in front of my car is a guy from the KGB who says he'll buy my car and allow me to pay five thousand dollars to have his gently-used Mercedes Benz.
My protests fell on deaf ears and he riposted with "Not like you have a choice. I've taken your tires. How are you going to get home now?" I blacked out as he laughed in an evil manner.
Then y'all gotta wait many decades until I crack 10,000 dreams.
