2007-11-30 - 6:55 a.m.

...the end...

I think K is write that we are feeding the cats too well. I woke up, came downstairs, turned on the lights, sat down, and watched a big brown thing scurry across the hallway floor into the kitchen. MOUSE in HOUSE. hmph. I went and woke up the black cat and brought her into the kitchen and plopped her on the floor and said, 'hey, you, do your job.' She yawned at me, purred, and then crawled off to bed again. double hmph.

I should leave for work in two minutes. ugh. Like everything that I do - it gets tougher and tougher to move when I approach the finish line. I must have lingering 'finishing syndrome' that has remained from my thesis days. Today = last day of class. Don't want to.

sigh. As she drags her feet and her sorry pregnant *ss out the door, down the slippery stairs, to the bus stop..