paco refuses to stop meowing at the fabulous blue couch. perhaps he’s jealous because i keep petting it with great affection. the couch really is that fabulous. of course now that i have the fabulous blue couch i want to trash all my now-shabby belongings and get all new stuff. i am such a victim of consumer culture.

the incessant meowing is drving me unendingly batty. i’m cranky and restless today. mostly cranky because of the restlessness. i can’t focus and my ADD is at an all-time high. i want to be doing something else, but i can’t quite decide what that else is. i could clean my room, because i got rid of the hideously ugly loveseat that used to live there. i could finish the story i’m going to submit for tamarack, the mentor program, and to my writing group. i could take a nap, grocery shop, go to wisconsin, edit a friend’s book, go for a walk, clean the bathroom, watch a movie, listen to NPR. i could just about anything and yet all i seem to do is sit here in my not-fitting skin wishing i had something else to do.