i woke up; i shot the alarm clock. how the hell are you?*

[verbicide]

S.A.D. I think that's what my problem is. Lack of sunlight and warmth. This morning Hobbes and I huddled beneath my superbright desklamp, basking and purring. And look outside! Behind a couple of enormous grey clouds... some blue sky! Want SPRING already!

Fighting urge to bury self under comforter for rest of winter. Really need to go grocery shopping. I can survive on egg salad and wheat bread, but Hobbes will freak around 6pm. And I can't have that.

Also should finish laundry, clean kitchen and take out trash. Must make grocery list. None of these are as appealing as huddling under a blanket and watching a movie or reading a comfort-book.

NO! Should WILL put on some perky music and dance my blues away!!


First there were imaginary friends, now there are imaginary audiences. Woo!



FAQ.

1. Are these questions really frequently asked?
A: Yes. By the voices in my head.

2. So wtf is the deal with all these postage-stamp sized pictures?
A: I have a tiny webcam and am easily entertained.

3. But they're all the same! You and the cat and half your head missing.
A: I am easily entertained.

4. Do you know your part is always crooked?
A: Yes. To the horror of my mother.

8. Do you look this grim and pissy in person?
A: No. I'm rather smile-y in person.

9. How bored are you?
A; Beyond BELIEF.


* Strangers in Paradise