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Well he IS! I have caught him jumping on tables and countertops (he's never done that before) and he is getting more aggressive about the food I'm eating, when I'm eating it. He is also jumping up on shoulders whenever he gets an opportunity to. I admit I pick him up and hold him -- I always have, and now he seems to ask for it when I don't -- but scrambling up to my shoulders so he can spin his butt on my head a few times is irritating.

I think the Twitter account may have gone to his head. That, or it's time to buy that cat a tree made of carpet.

It's been a long time since he's seen Flea (The Bird), and I think he may be a little jealous that Flea sits on Ethan's shoulder when he's out of his cage, and even more jealous that he can't sit on Ethan with Flea around. I'm told that it's Flea's M.O. to terrorize cats. So far, Grady has been unfazed by Flea's aggressive posturing. This frustrates Flea, so now Flea is wary of Grady. I'm a little surprised that Grady has not tried to bop Flea with a paw yet.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. I will have lots of people food around. I really hope I don't have to lock Grady up in the bedroom for it.

Grady ate some wet food day before yesterday. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough. I'd had a rough day and was feeling down, and seeing him make that little bit of progress made me burst into tears.

He is eating kibble at a regular rate, though. Kibble and water. Lots of water. I know he's getting food during the day, which is good.

I really need him to eat on his own again. His feeding schedule is cutting into my sleep, and I haven't been able to get to work without driving for a while now. The lack of activity is affecting my mood, and I'm having a difficult time snapping out of it. I can't think or write without that little black raincloud hovering above. I got nitpicky with my manager over grammar in email yesterday, something I probably could have handled a little better. It does nothing to take out my poor mood on others except make me look like a jackass.

Lately I have felt pretty stifled online, so I have been offline more often. Facebook, Twitter, and LiveJournal will get little bits of me, but not the soul-baring essays on Things That Irritate Me or My Misadventures With Men & Cats like everyone is used to. I still like to write letters, and I've been doing a little more of that.

It helps that I'm still making progress on the sculptures I promised to those who donated to Grady's veterinary fund. There was a setback or two, but they were minor. Right now it's all about getting everything in place and baked. My biggest concern is survival in shipping. I have folks from all over the country I want to send these to, and my last sculpture didn't make it to its destination in one piece (that piece was a little more complex, but still -- I don't want any breakage)!

For now, there is work. I'm still figuring out what all this stuff has to do with the price of tea in China.

I have missed being able to send my miniblogs here. If I had twitter'd, today I would have posted the following:

Went to Ed's gig w/National Broadcast at the Tractor last night. I always forget how tall Ethan is. Hot guys EVERYWHERE, the few girls there were drunk, and I really really want to play at The Tractor now.

NB's promoter talked to us for a bit. I asked him how much work he wanted to take on, told him to think of us when booking the next NB show. Nice guy. Young. *sigh*

I owe Eden over at Evolution $30. Looks like I'll have to sell a couple of things first. I can't believe how broke I am. This sucks.

None of my pants fit. They all fall off my hips. The one pair that does fit - just snug enough to be uncomfortable. I'm at 192 now. Yay!

I'm on a mission to gig. Gig and hire backup vox. And maybe a keyboardist. So many ideas, so little music theory. Must..book..shows..

Big Bros/Bis Sis called me today. I asked for info a month ago. I can either commit to a year in the community or a flexible timespan at a school. Suddenly this is really fucking scary. Why is that?

Seven days until Tybee. I will see The Palmers for the first time in years. I miss them. They knew me when I was more fun, long before Garret. I need to reconnect with my origins.

Trying to write a song, but can't get all the words onto paper. Funny, I had it all figured out on the car driving home. What happened? It was cool, too. Damn.

Heard back from the compilation album folks. They were able to "warm the track up to industry standards." You have no idea how happy I am about that.

Time to compose my "book us" email. I need to play out.


I typed in all this shit myself. Loudtwitter had nothing to do with it.

Loudtwitter stopped sending my micro-bloggy things. This is too bad, because some of those 140-character entries were quite comment-worthy. I went in and gave it a kick. This will either mean only one or two things appear in the morning, or that twenty will. One of them has the word "fart" in it, so if it's not worth commenting on, it's at least good for a chuckle.

This weekend I am making a light tent. I tried to use a box big enough for the Millenium Falcon, but I think I may miss my mark a little. Luckily, I have enough materials to try for a second box if I want to. I just need to find a big enough box.

I will be hiding from the world today. And vacuuming. Lots of vacuuming.

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Cougs rule, Huskies drool -- in yer face, yuppie scum. 16-13 in double overtime. Rar!

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my neighbor's dogs? Well, I hate them. She probably hates them, too, if barking nonstop is any clue.

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My weight is holding steady for the 3rd day in a row. I'd wish for the scale to move already, but it may go in the wrong direction.

Push-ups yesterday means sore lats & shoulders today. It feels good.

The new receptionist is right out of the trailer park. Thank goodness she's funny.

I hate commuting. Eastside buses suck.

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Skype is the wave of the future. Oh, and I love my webcam. Please don't ask me to disrobe while I'm on it -- I will cut you.

I am not putting up a Christmas tree this year. If I have my way, I will never put up another one again in my lifetime.

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Grady is very needy today. He wants on my lap when I'm sitting & to be picked up when I'm up & around. I swear I don't neglect him. I swear.

Sunday night, I've cleaned all I feel like cleaning, staring at a screen hurts. Maybe I should clean a little more - you know, to stay busy.

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