This is Not From Today, Which is Very Hot, Not Rainy
This was from the other day when it rained so hard I thought it would make the coolest picture, and although I tried and tried, I couldn’t get a shot that really conveyed how hard it was raining.
Today’s been an odd day. I’m restless, but something in me is determined to do nothing productive. Instead, I’ve been searching for odd things on the internet. Like Veets and Beams, my two cats before this who are dead. Like I thought someone would be talking about my dead cats. Except a few were, because I wrote a book about them. One person was complaining about what a whiner I am, and I thought, “stop reading, stop reading, stop reading.” Because really, you can’t please everyone and it does no good to read the bad things people sometime say about you.
But then they said they got into it (they were reading Waiting for My Cats to Die) and that I had made them cry. TWICE. (That’s what you get for calling me a whiner!) Actually, it ended up being a lovely post, and I am a bit of a whiner.
Have you ever had days like that, where you take a day off, but end up reduced to searching for your dead cats on the internet, and you should have just worked on something? You’ve had days like that, right?

Today it was lunch at Tabla with Brett and Jackie. I was jealous of Jackie’s dress. Why don’t I bother to put on a pretty sundress? Look how nice she looks. I could have looked that nice! What is my problem?? Seriously, I wish I made even a little effort with my appearance. I’m back at home now, preparing for the heat wave. It’s supposed to be 97 on Monday. 97 in New York City is not pretty. Help us!
Of all the things that are great about the New York,
Me and Finn, taking it easy. I got up and out to the gym, but I’ve just been sitting here ever since, not doing much of anything. Should be writing. What have I done instead?
