  I'm mentally preparing myself for my journy into Western Psyche. I told myself that Monday, one week from the last time I went, I would return. So I now wonder what this will be like now. Seeing her again. I did blow her off. But I have just given myself the time I needed to get my mind back in order. This one week crawled by. Seemed like an eternity. I woke up this morning. A gagging noise, then a forced heave as I stared blankly at the ceiling.
Too scared to move. Then a surryingoff and the patter of little kitten feet. I knew that my cat threw up on my damn bed. I slid my feet up, and boldly looked down. Yes indeed, but not just a small pile, a stream across the whole quilt. At least four feet long. That was it. I just got up. 6:30 AM. Went downstairs and watched All in the Family recordings.
Damn funny show at times. I am falling deeper and deeper in love with Sarah Vowell. I learned a few days ago that she is an Athiest. She is a Democrat. She is my oasis in this world of unlogical happenings. She is so beautiful. I will marry her someday, I know it in the deepest parts of my soul. The sticky parts. 
