How did September turn into October 21st???? This is not a good time. Must. Write. Must. Write. Argh. 

Magnetic Pants

These pants attract cat hair. They are the cat hair magnet pants. Rachel has a cat. Her name is Suzi. Suzi is very white. That is to say, Suzi the cat has very white hair. White cat hair. These cat hair magnet pants are black. I am in Rachels room. The force of the cat hair, as it hurtles into and sticks onto my pants, is making it difficult to remain vertical. Soon, horizontalism will win out. I will buried alive. Buried alive in my cat hair magnet pants by the hair of the only cat I have ever activly liked, Suzi.

Blank Harmony

I know that I should be doing something today, but I feel so relaxed, so uncharacteristically relaxed, that all I want to do is sprawl out on the grass in the sun and go to sleep. It is like there is so much going on in my head, such a mix of things exacerbating my anxiety, that I have gone into a kind of lock-down,  unconsciously walling myself off from all of those things and leaving me in a state of blank harmony with the world, my mind.