I'm currently suffering the consequences of having a backlog of information I meant to write down, but not actually having done so. As much as I was sure I could remember everything I'd wanted to record in the past few days, turns out that's not the case. I should have known better.
I realized about 10 minutes ago that I haven't talked to a single person today with the exception of a cashier at Kowalski's and my cat. I think it may be time for me to get a roommate. I don't function well under these circumstances.
My parents are currently in Europe, so I have their cat while they're gone. My cat is none too happy about this situation, and neither is our visiting cat. She's currently taken up residence in my coat closet and has not come out since some time last night. I moved her food and water in there, as well as a bed, but I feel like her residing there for over a week is not going to be healthy. Why I try to move her she clings to me and cries, and then runs for the nearest cover. I guess she'll be a closet-dweller for the next week. I hope she doesn't lose the ability to see in daylight.
The other day there was a perosn on Grand waiting for the bus who pretty much defied explanation. It was a fairly warm day, so she had taken it upon herself to cut the sleeves and most of the actual t-shirt length off of something which looked like something I used to rock in the early 90s. She had definitely been trying out some different home hair dye colors (or maybe just straight-up bleach) and well as what also looked like a home perm kit. Apparently dissatisfied with the results, she had fixed her hair into two pigtails...on top of her head.
Did I mention this person was, how shall I say this, not of supermodel proportions? This, combined with frightening posture, and what looked to be some profuse sweating, made for the kind of sight which causes double takes when driving. Just one of those things one doesn't easily forget.
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