2004-03-06 / 10:27 a.m.

Kitty. I get a kitty for my birthday. It was promised me and it will be mine. I need it. Kitties are good for sadness and I am sad. Kitty kitty kitty. Will XanBar feel replaced if I get a tabby? I want a little grey tabby like the one that hunts on my porch. Poor little abandoned XanBar... speaking of which, there's a custody battle at hand. If he were meant to live in a house with dogs he'd be living in my house with mine, now wouldn't he, you silly little boy? The dog is well-behaved and gazes at me adoringly when we're in the same room, but she does not purr; she is therefore inadequate.

I haven't written a damn thing but a bunch of emails. There's going to be a very angry punk rocker in North Dakota typing viciousness to me tomorrow if I don't produce. Why is it so hard? I thought before it was because I was too happy; I wasn't quite sure how to work a happy pen. Yes, well... not so much now, and still not writing. Cleaning things, but not writing.

Frustrated.

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