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cats having some kind of pussy showdown in the hall. they are both so noncommital about their dislike for each other. skirmishes seem to involve one coveted windowsill an
d the food dish. there's never any yowling or even hissing, just strange dances and leaping.

i am having some kind of winter allergies. i don't fucking get it. i swear it's not a cold.

tonight, time ends. oh wait, i guess it doesn't, i guess it's just going to be 2004. i'm not feeling too excited about partying, because my head feels weird from allergies(?) and i'm worried about practical concerns such as money and my diet. finding food i can stand to eat is becoming increasingly difficult. i need to to grocery shopping and cook. this is quite a dilemma when you're an entity unto yourself. i know someone else who doesn't eat when there's no one around. obviously we should be around each other. or maybe we should learn to feed ourselves, i mean, we're adults. nah, we should be around each other.

sniffle.