and All is well.

When I was 9...

I have not blogged in who-knows how long (December 5th).

So please forgive this obnoxious post... but it's on my mind and now on the World Wide Web.

My cat Spike is dying as we speak. I've spent the morning petting her (yes. she is a her) and talking to her and trying to make her and I feel a little better.

This is all sweet and sentimental. BUT. now I am trying to clean my room and the only thing I can think about is how I smell like dying cat.

Truth be told it's not a terrible smell but a significant/awkward one.

That's it...

like I said before... please forgive this obnoxious post