April 2, 1997
St Kilda
8:20am
Home today. A day to myself. I'm going to go out and pay the bills though. I thought about going to visit my friend and see how she is, but I don't want to crowd her too much too soon. I'm going to give her a call later and see how she's doing.
I live in the inner city, and I love it, but it has its drawbacks. We use chicken pellets (that they eat) as kitty litter, for a number of reasons (if you want to know the advantages of using these pellets as litter, email me and I'll gladly fill you in.). So. Usually a friend of ours who works over in the far out western suburbs grabs a bag for us once a month or so, but he's on holiday at the moment and we've got to the bottom of ours now. I could use those clay ones, or the shell grit but it's so expensive and messy. PROBLEM: the only place that sells 40kg bags of chicken pellets are stock feed outlets, and I'm sorry but in inner city St Kilda there aren't any stock or outlets. What to do? What to do?
I am making a resolution, I will not talk/write about cat things anymore. Only once to mention if I've found a kitten yet, or if we have any emergencies. finis
I'm getting into a routine with this web diary thinger. I was never very good at keeping a journal on paper, usually during my down times I'd produce reams and reams of morose, black poetry and writing, but nothing during my up times. It's beginning to feel like good discipline to sit down each day, compose an entry, log onto the net, up load it, fiddle about and then voila another piece of my life filed away for posterity.
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