Meow
It's raining today, not too cold. Slept in, went by the 7 - 11 look alike later in the morning for a paper, orange juice and a tuna fish sandwich instead of the usual breakfast at the cafe by the Grand Lake theater. I am bone tired, don't know why. Work? Recovery? Old age? Bad disposition? Don't know.
This whining goes on and on. Try something different. Lie to people. Lie to yourself. Invent happy talk characters and build baroque constructs of snappy repartee. Snoop Catt meets Bean-grrl (in Oakland). "Meow!"
Moan. The local public radio consortium is raising money so the usual background chatter has degenerated into mindless exhortation and offers of tote bags and magazine subscriptions. Which means I snap it off three or four times an hour. The lack of public radio, the rain, the back of the head turned to lead, all have me edgy. I'd like to get out, but I'm not into walking in the rain or sitting at a cafe in a soggy coat. Writing, well this is my third attempt.
Snoop Catt?
Meow.
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