Sunday, August 25, 2013

Caturday

I could think of nothing else funny this morning, except the above. Forgive me. It is a grim morning. My moods are capricious sometimes, and sometimes they are not. Sometimes I am faced with truth about my character I would rather face after a few cups of coffee, and some breakfast. Add physical pain to the mix and voila! A needy person emerges...

Instead of looking at 'me, being human,' I would rather think of the unicorn meat eating cats. But part of my mind holds myself hostage and won't let me be human. No mistakes allowed.


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