In the absence of cat, the void becomes tangible

As I type this, I can’t believe it’s only Thursday. This week has simultaneously gone on forever and shot past me at lightening speed. For better or for worse, I’ve been working like a dog since Ben left for LA. I had ideas of trying to discover my new city, but I’m so tired that I can hardly get a blog out before collapsing into bed.

Multiple times I’ve had to close the office door during meals in order to keep myself from absent-mindedly wandering back in there and working instead of eating.

I usually fall asleep around 1 am and get up around 8. Even when I start getting ready for bed at 11 pm, I end up going to sleep after 1. I give the dog both her walks, but she usually only gets one full walk a day, the other having to be cut short due to work stuff, but also because my feet fucking hurt. I easily walked her 5 miles a day in LA, but I think that’s because it was all on flat ground. Now, my feet hurt at the end of the day.

I started watching Hemlock Grove, but stopped after they killed a cat. Friend Chief says that Shelly gets even more badass than she already is, but I still don’t know if I can go back. Call me when the main characters start to fuck. Oh, and when the werewolf cuts his damn nails. Can you say “bacteria?”

After that I started watching Haven, which seems to be SciFi’s (I refuse to use their new, terrible spelling) attempt at dark, gritty drama. I like it, although they seem to have a real problem with hot girl retention. Aside from the main character, there are almost no other female characters that make it more than a season.

I went to see Lucy at the $5.50 movie night the other day, and it was wonderful. Whoever decided to inter-cut the actual film footage with clips from various nature documentaries is a genius. I especially liked the montage of animals fucking followed immediately by the montage of animals being born. It’s graphic nature was only made better by the fact that humans were included in that animal roster. I laughed out loud several times when the rest of the theater seemed more than a little unsure about what they should be doing.

Also, spoiler alert: Turns out that the next level of human evolution is actually USB stick.

I can’t recommend it more.