I have to get my wine tool, a calculator, and 8 pens.

Then I have to make $1000.

one thousand.
two. nine. ten.





I want someone to talk to. Real bad. The black kitten just doesn't like to listen except for just a few minutes. And then he runs away and tries to destroy stuff, or climbs up walls or something. He is sweet, though. He likes to go with me whenever I'm in the bathroom. If I'm putting on make-up, or standing at the sink for any reason, he likes to climb up my legs, jump on the counter, or sit on my shoulder and just watch. He's so cool. He was the smallest when they were all first born. He was sort of the outcast, I suppose. He always kept to himself. He had a severe problem with his sight the first few months, and I thought he would be blind the rest of his life. Almost overnight, it seems, his eyes changed from silvery-white to a deep olive green. He could see again! Yay! His sisters all three died. They were all very, very special to me, and I watched them grow for some time before they were taken away. I'm not really sure why I've gone into so much detail over the kitty story. That was unintentional.

Grundlenumph. I'm changing again. I can feel it.

...no, that was wrong. I'm not changing. I'm shedding. Yes. I'm shedding.