WB & Floral

It's true. My cat has an imaginary girlfriend. Imaginary in the sense that it is a stuffed animal, so maybe only half imaginary. Here he is settling down for a nap with her.

It's almost 3am. In 7 hours, I need to meet with my new boss. I just got back from the Old 97s at The Fillmore, and for some reason, this show was a very special one. All throughout the show, I had flashbacks of different times in my life, and the meanings of the songs really struck me in a way they haven't in the last few shows. I almost didn't want to go tonight. I'm so glad I did. I am glad that I can still appreciate that the voices and the music that carried me throughout so many times in my adult life can be experienced in the way I just experienced it. "And I'm tired of makin' friends.
And I'm tired of makin' time.
And I'm sick to death of love.
And I'm sick to death of tryin'.
And it's easier for you." I'll come back to this tomorrow. I'm very sleepy and feeling strange.