shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SIGNS. I believe in signs. Little signs. Weird signs. The most reliable indicator of what kind of day it’s going to be is how much cat vomit there is in the basement in the morning. See, my cats throw up quite a bit. I’m not sure why but it doesn’t seem to be hurting them...it’s just an unwelcome AM event. So here’s how it works: No vomit = good day; A little vomit = pretty good day; Copious vomit = LOUSY day. Yesterday there were blops of vomit in about three places, so it should have come as no surprise that the day was destined to be a miserable one. The correlation coefficient is pretty amazing. Really. It is. (P.S. Today was a “no vomit” day. Phew.) All I could think about on my way home were the meatballs that I made on Sunday for dinner tonight. Visions of meatballs and angel hair danced in my head. I’m reading The God of Small Things but don’t really love it. Or even like it. But it’s for my book club so I’ll persevere. I hate when this happens. Here’s to another day sans vomit. Please. 8:34 p.m. - 2007-02-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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