Possessions

So yesterday was pretty eventful, as these things go. First thing I did, of course, was attend my last therapy session. It's been useful, but it's really not something I need anymore. Which is a brilliant thing to be able to say. I mean, sure, I'll still have my moods, but that's being human. And Suzi's number's on my mobile should I ever need a one-off session or anything. While it's good to be out on my own, mental health-wise, it's also good to have a safety net.

Went shopping. Bought Kafka's "The Trial" and a book on PC upgrading. cholten99 is grousing a little because he's worried about becoming superfluous if I ever learn how to do this. Apparently I'm good at so many more things than he is that he's afraid I won't need him if I learn how to do the things he can do better than I can. Which is frankly bollocks. I need him and want him in my life because of who he is, not because of what he can do for me. Oh, yeah, and I also got hair dye. Permanent. Red.

Then I went back to Tooting for the first time in a fortnight so I could get my gaming stuff and bring a few more things that make Enfield feel more like home. I brought all the DVDs I knew he didn't already have, which leaves about six at home out of my collection of 30-odd. After that, all those CDs I bought in Canada and haven't listened to yet, some clothes and my new tarot cards, I could only manage about 20 books -- admittedly, a few of them (The Stand, The Fionavar Tapestry in one volume and The Writer's Handbook 2004) are bloody huge, so it's probably impressive. I tried to bring a broad selection just so I could pick a book according to mood. Even so, fully a quarter of them are King, and the five Sandman TPBs may not count. But for the curious, ( here's the full list. )

Next trip, more books and my Preacher collection. Dunno what I'm gonna do with all my GURPS shit. Burning it's an option...

I wish I didn't feel so bloody antisocial. After all, I'm supposed to be at this party tonight. Feeling antisocial when there's social things out there just waiting to be done really kind of sucks. I'm sure I'll feel better later on, but as it is I just can't get up the enthusiasm. Could just be that I'm tired. I'm certainly not in a dancing mood, and I don't want to have to go around being nice to people. And if they start singing "Once More With Feeling", I'm getting a taxi out of there so fast heads will swim.

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Into every life, a little kitten must fall?

It's good that I didn't go to this party. I mean, really. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a temporary cat.

No, seriously. The neighbour-lady who I think Dave gets to feed the fish while he's away hammered on the door and had this kitten -- little grey furball with white feet. Told me that she'd bought the kitten for company for her cat, and now her cat was trying to kill this kitten. She asked me if we'd keep her overnight; the woman who gave the kitten up is out for the night and can't be returned until morning.

However. I miss having cats. Always have. And now here's this little 3/4 Persian grey fluffy cloud-thing with white feet. I have temporarily named her Yuki. But with luck, maybe she doesn't have to go back back... I mean, I'm good with cats! I'd clean her litter box and feed her and play with her and...

Christ, I sound like a seven-year-old. This kitten's got cuteness that just screams out for regression, though. Maybe, with a little luck and a lot of pleading, Yuki can stay here with us. He has his fish, right? And cats are good stress relief.

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