June 15, 2007
Iím sitting here near 2 am with not a clue what to write. ThinkingÖ Should I write about Rianne? When all else fails, thereís always cats. Rianne was my first cat who came with my first apartment. I miss her so much, my little gray. Long story, better told when Iím not so tired. While I write this, Serena is begging to go outside. No way. Danny just got home. He usually gets home this late or later after a gig. Thatís why I rarely go hear his band play. Now Cato is starting in; heís not going out, either.