There are millions of people in the world. Everyone doing something. How many people do you think are doing the exact thing I am at this very moment? Enjoying a square, updating some cheap blog via web that few people will take interest in. Strange thing, really. I'm doubting there's anything left undone. Somewhat upsetting, but to a degree it makes me realize how alike we all are; even though I can not stand "normal" people.
I miss Kevin. He's extraordinarily original. I hope they bring him tomorrow. Can't wait to see Caitlyn, even though she bombed on the birthday shindig. Wonder who else will tag along. It's always a mystery.
The rats are running the wheel making a subtle sound. Didn't let the ferrets out tonight; my shoulder is killing me, N is tired. It was a long day. Lots of icy hot for this old lady.
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