This I Like

I am in a funk. BLERRRRG. Scott has been out of town for a week, is why, so I am EXHAUSTED. When he goes away, my regulation insomnia becomes Insomnia Double Plus Plus.

I am unpleasant.

I do not bathe.

The potted basil looks droopy and instead of getting the hose I think at it, "OH WAH, Cry, why don't you, and hope your tears can water your OWN dern roots."

I say things mean things to cat. (I say them in a NICE voice, so he doesn't KNOW I am saying mean things. But I know. And they are...