I hate December.

Okay, some of you may have been wondering where I’ve been. So here ya’s go. Point form, because my brain is cheese.

-We finally found Yuba, (our cat who’d run away six months ago) dead, frozen solid, and in a box on the side of the road. The fine folks at Animal Control (who are as unappreciated as anyone in society), said that upon inspection, she was killed by a car, quickly, and seemed to be in great shape otherwise. I guess she’d been eeking out a good life out there in the urban jungle for the last half year. RC (and myself) did some crying, but really, she chose to go her own way, and at least she died quickly.

-RC’s mom broke her hand, and now RC has to go to Japan straight away. I’ll be by myself until the end of January, and I’m fucking pissed. The first two weeks will be all anxiety, followed by a period of lonlieness and ending in boredom and drunkeness. Do you like booze and cheap take-out and porn? You do? Well come on down to my place!

-Broke again! Yay! Why does poverty and constant attention from collection agencies feel like an old pair of jeans?

-It’s winter on the west coast, which means constant rain and endless night. Right now we’re getting about six hours of (grey) daylight per cycle. Result: Tiredness. So. Very. Tired.

-My job has turned into a nightmare of endless commitments and procedure. Why am I here again?

Right, well that’s it for the bitching. I’ll write something positive tomorrow, ’cause really, it’s not that bad.

-marko