It's not emo just yet.

Today I saw a black cat sleeping in our back garden. I took a picture, as you can see. The cat resembles our Tobes, it was a nice moment, looking out, watching this little cat that is my cats’ doppelganger taking a nap. Being in Lancaster though feeling I was a little in Widnes at the same time. And no, not all black tabby cats look the same, some cats are bigger than others…

We have a new edition to the goldfish tank family. Purchased by my housemate, I forget the name of the fish already but that’s not important, what is important is it’s the second coolest goldfish I’ve seen in my lifetime (second only of course to Buffys Mom, may she rest in peace). It’s literally a fat little orange blob with eyes and fins… you should see it “swimming” it just blobs about, it’s fantastic.

Tonight I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep. I saw a huge and I’m not kidding, HUGE fucking spider in the corner of my room. 2cm body huge. I turn my back for what, 2 minutes just tidying up a bit (the removal of a spider from a room is not simply a case of catching it in a glass… my room is cluttered, and felt that for this operation to be a success I first needed to tidy up a little, I moved my washing so my door can be easily opened wide, I also created a path- some may say an escape route, for if anything were to go wrong with this manoeuvre, I would have a clear exit.) anyway, I turn back and the fucker has gone.

I went to close the curtains and spied the little bastard scuttling behind my radiator, I should add my radiator is behind the head of my bed. Tonight will be spent spying out the corner where I first spotted the foe, and also around the radiator area. I won’t be sleeping till the bastard is caught, or till I get so incredibly tired I cease to care if a fatty spider crawls all over my face during the night. The latter has on occasion happened before. Well the sleeping, I can’t be sure if the spider did take advantage of me. I’m tired already. I might doss down on the sofa in the kitchen.

This method is a favourite fail safe, I call it “The Sofa Option”. I recall an incident of a fly, a huge fly, with big orange eyes that creeped me out once back in Widnes, I tried various methods of shoo’ing the fly away, one involved throwing rolled up socks at it, the socks didn’t have the desired effect and went out the window onto the front lawn. Explaining to your parents why your socks are on the front lawn because of a scary fly incident is usually met by suspicion and an oh-dear-god-we-raised-a-crazy look. Well, because I ran out of options (and socks) I had to sleep on the sofa in the front room.

I’m giving up msn by the way. It’s being crap and it’s annoying me, I can only take so much. I’m sure someone will inform me if it gets better, who knows though, without msn I might actually be on my way to creating some sort of meaningful life for myself. Or I need to find another excuse.