Strike that, reverse it.
05.29.03 - 5:42 p.m. So. It's the big Three Year Mark. Last Year: There was the O-cat, the Different Medication, insurance was a thing of the imagination, sickness ran rampant, and I was lowly, but generally content. There was one job. The girlfriend was seperated. This year: There is the Phantom-Cat, Yet Another Medication, Disappearing-Reappearing dental insurance, less sickness, filthiness of house, and I am preparing for Change, Change, Change. There are two jobs. The girlfirend is talking to a lawyer, but moving to Wyoming June 28th anyway. So so, Herr Doktor. My permit is expired. There is the potential of carness. There is a great wooshing sound all about my ears. Still no word on the what-will-become-of-me tip. Oh well. Scrubbing bubble time. P'zone due any minute.
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