There Was A Weekend
I bought new shoes. Finally. In case you're not aware of the condition of the old ones - they had almost no sole left. I think they're close to a year old now, and the unneven wear has probably screwed up the way I walk even more. But now I have new ones, and this time I'll replace them when they start to wear out, rather than when I start to wear out.
I also got a really nifty Mountain Dew t-shirt. A t-shirt whose tag says to line dry it. It's in the dryer now, probably mutating into something horrible. I can't wear it though, because it makes me look incredibly scrawny. But it's good I guess, because now I have two motivations for becoming not-so-scrawny (the other one involves a lobster - if you have to ask, don't.)
Last night the cat was scratching at my door. I don't know why, because he's afraid to come in here anyway - won't come in when I call him, stopped dead at the doorway when chasing a laser pointer - he doesn't seem to be big on change, but he seems to like me just fine, so I dunno. Anyway, cat scratching, and it wakes me up.. if you've never seen me when I wake up, it's pretty funny. My thinking is quite humorous for a few minutes. The scratching noise must have brought up memories of when I was a kid and there was a raccoon in the attic, because I was TERRIFIED that there was a raccoon trying to get in my room. Just a weird fear for minutes, until the raccoon meowed, and then I was like "grar.. oscar, go to sleeps!"
And this is why no one reads my blog. ![]()


