Tuesday, February 22, 2011

7 Lives Left

I've had so much on my mind that I've gotten completely mindless. You know the feeling where there's a whole lot of brain activity but not a whole lot of thoughts? Is it just me?

I find myself on the sofa with my cat, my nemesis. She's pretty chill right now. Purring and resting her heavy head on my arm. Maybe she does love me. Maybe just today. I'm trying really hard to have a deep thought here but all I can think of is how I miss Andres and that I'd love a little something to eat. I wonder, if it came down to it, if it was really freezing outside and there was nothing to eat, if I would eat my cat. Like if I really, really had to. Survival of the fittest stuff. For now there's a lone ice cream cone in the fridge that might do the trick for the slight grumble in my tummy. Mimi lives to die another day.