25 August 2006

Chicago, Part I

1. I am alone in Dawn's house, preparing dinner. I hope that someone comes home to eat it.

2. Dawn's cat is grooming my armhair with her mouth, and there's nothing I can do about it, as it's vastly preferable to what she was doing moments ago (trying to sit on the keyboard of my open computer, since that is clearly the focus of my attention currently).

I made it, so, so far so good. It's pretty damn swell here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lovely, Have a mag-wonderfull-ous time. The Princess may have conquered my room. I just found deoderant and a toothbrush on my desk. What does that mean? There is fear in the ranks: a bien tu.
-md c. m.d.