So, I’ve been reading the news on Yahoo as I do quite often. I was sad to see that Snowflake, the world’s only known albino gorilla died in a zoo in Spain. When I was little, my older sister had a poster of Snowflake in her closet and she would also tell me that the boogie man lived in her closet. So, I thought that poor Snowflake was the boogie man. I guess I don’t have to be afraid of the closet anymore. I also saw that the earth was hit with another solar storm, but they didn’t describe it as a coronal mass ejection and that made me a bit sad as well because I like to say it. Maddy and I decided (through our psychic connection apparently because we both thought about it before we talked) that it sounds like something dirty and fun.

I spent the weekend with my parents. My mom and I argued about me messing with truck drivers on I-80. Some of them really piss me off, but I do know when to stop and to get off the road. She likes to announce to everyone about when my stepdad makes plans to quit smoking. I know he hates it and I hate it, too. Maybe she thinks that he won’t be as likely to fail if it would be really embarrassing for him, but I guess I think that he’s just as likely the fail and less likely to try again. We had a pretty good weekend making cookies and talking. She gets so mad at the television. She infuriated over the latest on Michael Jackson. I guess I am angry too that I am going to have to see his freakish face every day for at least the next 6 months.

I got a chance to talk to my sister in Albuquerque, too. That was pretty cool. She told me how she would like for me to move out there and how I could stay with her and her husband for as long as I needed. She seemed pretty happy about the idea. I talked to Maddy about it, too. My fantasy is for Maddy to move there, too. I guess I would settle for frequent visits, though.

So, last night, Miss Kitty told me about how sad she has been feeling lately despite antidepressants. I really think it’s because of the impending holidays and she’s going to have to just grit her teeth through them. I offered to get her some pot last night. I have no idea how or where I would go about that. She laughed. We talked about how funny it would be to get her grandmother high and I did an impression of how I thought it would go. I had her laughing pretty hard. I am just imagining her little 89-year-old grandma shoving Cheetos and Oreos in her mouth.

Well, I can’t think of much else right now.

Love to all.