today I:

washed six loads of laundry
applied for five jobs
during four hours on the computer
got three emails
talked to two people on the phone
made one pan of cornbread.

I haven’t had problems entertaining myself since I was seven and I feel like I’m going crazy in the middle of a city with one million things to do. I just want to walk down the street and see someone I know, or hear a damn cricket at night, or something.

I just discovered that in my myspace profile I can click on my zodiac sign and get a horoscope. Your world feels pretty tightly wrapped now, but this doesn’t necessarily upset you. You are willing to live with the restraint.

Now is probably the time to start running. I have NEVER run while listening to music and I don’t own an ipod, but all of a sudden when I see people go round and round with white cords dangling from their ears, I think “how am I supposed to get back into running without an ipod?”. All I need are legs and shoes, and legs and shoes I’ve got.

But wait, tomorrow’s horoscope says this: Yesterday’s struggles continue as aggressive Mars forms an irritating quincunx with electric Uranus. …Even taking action now may not solve the problem.

Well shit.

What’s a quincunx?

3 a.m. : Taking into consideration the advice of Mr. Billy Bragg, I went to youtube and found the cat video that he so highly recommended. Is it bad that, as a cat lover, I am sitting here laughing silently and uncontrollably, watching this over and over?