Woo! It seems that one can become tipsy by osmosis. I had three watery Cokes last night, yet by the end of the night, I had already demonstrated my forceful Buffy kick. That's kind of a tipsy thing to do, but again, sleepiness is my booze. Miss K and I did indeed avoid any Faulknerian/Andersonian mishaps, though I did teeter perilously at the edge of social idiocy with this admission: "I like books." Gaaaaah. Anyway, last night was one of those nights that made me feel that Chicago is home. I felt uncommonly comfortable the entire night. When midnight came, I left and headed down a barren street toward North Avenue. I was in such a chipper mood that I broke out in a run, grinning into the bitter air, rushing the skyline and the crisp night ahead.
There's a fluffy orange cat who I see almost every morning on the way to work. The poor kitty sits at a ground-level window, forlornly watching the world go by. This cat could benefit from Kitty Daycare. Doggy Daycare exists; why shouldn't Kitty Daycare? Yes, cats are generally more independent than dogs are, but surely they would like to go to daycare and romp around, too. Why hasn't anybody taken this idea to its fullest possible extent?
A woman on the bus this morning talked to herself while staring out the window. Nothing unusual, except this woman quacked like Donald Duck after every caustic comment: "Dumbass thought he walk from 5900 west to 2400 west. GWAAAH RAWGH GWAH GWAH GWAH." Oh, the bus.
There's a fluffy orange cat who I see almost every morning on the way to work. The poor kitty sits at a ground-level window, forlornly watching the world go by. This cat could benefit from Kitty Daycare. Doggy Daycare exists; why shouldn't Kitty Daycare? Yes, cats are generally more independent than dogs are, but surely they would like to go to daycare and romp around, too. Why hasn't anybody taken this idea to its fullest possible extent?
A woman on the bus this morning talked to herself while staring out the window. Nothing unusual, except this woman quacked like Donald Duck after every caustic comment: "Dumbass thought he walk from 5900 west to 2400 west. GWAAAH RAWGH GWAH GWAH GWAH." Oh, the bus.
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