The Cat in a Land Far Far Away

Once upon a time (two days ago) i had the great honor to work a 15 hour shift, from store open to store close. i get home, the cat wants to go outside, so i get him strapped in his harness, hooked up to the leash, open the door... and the cat tears off like a bat out of hell. so fast, i'm afraid he'll hurt himself when he reaches the end of the leash... instead the leash breaks without slowing down Kinta one bit. of course i'm barefoot, so i have to throw on shoes before going out to get him back... that's long enough for Kinta to get far enough way that he's nowhere to be found an hour later. i made a couple trips later that night, but really had no energy to be on my feet, much less go walking around. and half the apartment lights were dark, so it was even darker than normal. the next day (yesterday) i had to open again, but i was hoping maybe he'd turn up before i went off to work... no go. so i worked an 11 hour shift, getting home just before it started getting completely dark. again walked the entire grounds of the apartment, and finding nothing. at this point, i'm starting to feel like maybe Kinta wasn't coming back. again at the state of passing out, i head back. i put the kitty's food dish on the patio, and go straight to bed. at around 2:36 i work up, went to peek out the patio door... and guess who's all sprawled out and comfy on the patio floor? that would be one should-be-in-hot-water cat, who i'm so glad to have back, i couldn't possibly be upset at. i just pet him nonstop for 30 minutes, before passing out again, this time with my cat where he should be when i'm sleeping... curled up against me. The End.

jason feet blues

working a 15 hour day on your feet does not make the feet happy. it makes them sad. poor sad feet. for some strange reason, the knowledge that i may get to see someone special to me before i go to sleep tonight raises the mood of my feet quite a bit. other parts seem to be responding positively as well... :]

the raging storm

you never know what life has in store for you, just around the next corner. what surprises lurk behind the next door. what tragedy lies waiting through the next intersection. who are you? what happens to you? how do you keep breathing? how do you stay awake, becaue you can't quite close your eyes, because there's too much to take in? spartan thoughts sprinting around a muddled half-conscious brain. the rain drowns and the thunder deafends and the lightening blinds.... and still i float away smiling.