Shaky, shivery. I couldn't sleep well last night, even with one curled-up cat on either side of curled-up me. We looked a little like a drawing of a water molecule, I think. A lumpy, unsleeping drawing of one. Anyway at 5.14 I woke up & thought, "Oh, it's the Bridge at Khazad-D�m," because clearly my neighbors had once again
fallen asleep watching The Fellowship of the Ring. I lay there with one hand on each curled-up cat for a long time, listening to Cate ("All shall love me & despair") & watching the sky get lighter.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:Last night I was telling Jeff about Dream Jobs I Would Like To Have. I told him I've always wanted to be a Hot Spy because there's little I like better than making out with people & afterwards listening to them talk.
But then I realized that my plan is faulty, because in order to make out with the Good Guys, I'd have to work for the Bad Guys, and the other way around. So I have crossed Hot Spy off my mental list of Dream Jobs.
I wouldn't make a very good Inconspicuous Spy, because I'm six feet tall & usually wearing red.
