i slept on the most uncomfortable bed in creation last night. it was terrible. i flipped and flopped all night long. cats jumped on it as if it was a feline trampoline. they travelled from window sill to carpeted floor with a large bounce inbetween. it was interesting gymnastically, but annoying as all fuck when you are trying to sleep off the cheap beer. i was tempted to sleep on the floor.

i woke up to a dry mouth and a large plastic cup of water. i guzzled it down, and went back to sleep. i woke again to a running shower and a grumpy exboyfriend puttering around, picking things up. i say good morning and he mumbles some grouchy bullshit. he wondered why i nicknamed him 'oscar' when we lived together. after sleeping in his rock-hard twin bed, i'm starting to understand why he's so miserable. [he slept on the couch, which was probably a welcome change from that motherfucking bed of his.]

anyway, here i sit at my computer desk, unshowered and dehydrated, with a tiny black kitten chewing on my right foot. the sunshine is inviting...i think i just may shower and head to my parents house early to clean my car and enjoy the day.

hey you, i really need to talk to you soon. i miss your voice and i need to smile. also, i worry about you and hope that you are well. xoxoxoox <333