So. Seriously. I don't know what to do with myself. The songs are being Mastered...there's NOTHING more to do. Except wait.
I spent this morning cleaning up my office (which...surprise...was a disaster), paid the bills, wrote a song (which I couldn't concentrate on, so I stopped), and generally roamed between rooms in the house, looking for something to do.
My cat does that. Roams from room to room. Except first she raids the sock drawer so she can pretend a ball of socks is really a mouse. She carries it in her mouth. Crying. Then she deposits it somewhere...usually on the bed, or by her food dish. Minus the sock part, I'm quite my cat today. Whiny. Needy. Lonely. Bored. On the hunt for purpose.
But unlike my cat, I can get in the car and drive somewhere. I also don't cough hairballs.
T.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I think our cats are related. Except that I'm pretty sure my cat thinks socks (among other things) are her babies. And the sad thing is that eventually they are shredded to bits.
I won't even get into the story about the puff-ball moose that sat on the computer for the longest time. Not anymore, now that she got ahold of it.
Moose never saw it coming.
-K
Posted by: Kristilyn | on August 14, 2006 09:40 AM