Let’s start with something “normal” — this was sent to me by my friend Dan (he’s a musician). It’s some kid singing a cover the Police’s Roxanne. He’s about 13, has a voice that will blow you away and plays both the guitar and drums. Phenomenal. And he’s even having a good time.
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In other news, I went to Publix again today, where shopping is sometimes a pleasure but not right at the moment. The pet aisle will, apparently, be a problem for me for a while. I’m still unbearably sad. Had a number of people check up on me today via email — a few by phone. And got stood up today for breakfast which pissed me off. Whilst waiting I watched an old, but new to me, 30th Anniversary of Star Trek special on BioHD. Interesting stuff. Eventually I realized I had been stood up, so I went to the mall for a while to kill time. It was early, so it wasn’t too crowded.
A number of people are interested in some of Scooter’s stuff so that’ll be done by Friday. A few things are going to some locals if they pick ’em up in time, and then Susie-Q is getting any leftovers. I’ll have to ship it truck line probably. That’ll be loads of fun.
And I’m going to have to do something in my kitchen because it keeps reminding me of her. I’ll figure that out soon. It’s the spot by the door where her food used to be that gets me.
I made burgers for dinner, dropped some on the floor and left it. I went and ate my burgers and was momentarily surprised when I came back. It was still there, and the cat hadn’t eaten it. Oh, right. Damn.
When I roll over in bed, I still feel to make sure she’s not there. That’ll take time to.
I was going to read today, but I just screwed around on the computer — IM with a few people and played with StumbleUpon — and then this afternoon, I watched the Dolphins game. Oh, and while not normally a Gator fan, I am so glad they beat ‘bama. DIE SABAN DIE! And GO BEARS for the Emerald Bowl. That concludes today’s football discussion.
The Panthers are sucking ass. But as long as Alan Cohen owns it and Yormark is there, that will never change. I have learned to accept failure from my hockey team.