I got my slippers wet this morning. I should stop walking outside in them. Especially when its raining. I'm not one for common sense, eh?

I've been sleeping later and later. After my most recent fall down the stairs my body keeps aching in the worst places, and the impending doom of Misery (MO) is starting to get to my head. I really hope this is the last trip I make out there for a long time. Until I have other means of going out there, like buying that time share I've been thinking about recently. That'll have to wait for another ten years or so, however, until I get my writing off the ground.

All the stories are based in Kansas City, until the characters make a move westward, when they'll go somewhere north of here. No way could I see a vampire in silicon valley. Maybe a new one, but definitely not an old one. They would be overwhelmed by the stupidity and consumerism surrounding them. San Francisco has been done to death. I need to look north, hopefully there's something that way. No way in hell there's something south, in the land of plastic and agricultural work. North, north, north. Perhaps Portland, or Seattle. I don't know.

My cat is sleeping at my feet again. Ever since he was nearly attacked by a cat twice his size (a rare thing indeed, my cat weighs about fifteen pounds) he's been attached to my ankles. I can't shake him, except when I'm out on my walks. Sometimes he follows me part way, but never past some of the busier streets. I like it, but I have the feeling the cat will calm down soon enough and go back to his usual schedule of ignoring me until it suits him. I've been calling him "Your Majesty" recently, especially as he wants me to hold the door open for him when he needs it. In and out, in and out. It's not like I can rush him, he wouldn't have any of that.

Bleh. I'm just not in a good mood right now. The rain is beginning to get to me. I can't run as well as I've needed to or wanted to. Read something in my Prevention magazine this morning that I'm supposed to replace my athletic shoes every 200 hours of exercise. I looked at it and grunted a laugh. It took me two months before I'd saved enough for my shoes--do you think I'll replace them that quickly? These fuckers better last a year at least.

Everything I read and watch seems to think people are made of money, or credit. What dumbasses.

*sigh*

I'll be going now. Toodles.

-Della Drago-