<geek> chicky · blog </geek>

Everyday is different but the nights they're all the same
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Don’t look at me like that, cat.

Happy Saturday, world. From the looks of things, there’s a beautiful morning out there. I slept most of the way through the night, interrupted only once when Mal launched himself onto the stop of my tall dresser. I didn’t need to get out of bed to rescue him. Not bad. We ran all over town…

Finally.

Now Shawshank can drive 2½ hours to mail the paperwork to the United States.

Canada Post’s “IN TRANSIT” is the postal equivalent of my mother’s “BECAUSE I’M THE MOM”

The house is empty, and yet I’m still here. Why? Because fuck me, that’s why.

That’s how it feels, anyway.