Train of thought

I looked in the mirror: I'm so pale, I'm almost blue. Like my cat.

The cat didn't feel well yesterday, and didn't want to play or cuddle. I felt so rejected! By a cat! I almost cried.

I'm fucking crazy.

Then again, who isn't crazy.

I'll tell you who: simple people. Don't I wish that I was simple and things were simple, but I was never that way, not even when I was 4.

4 was a good age, 40 not so much, although my mom liked it. Mom also likes napping on the couch.

Like a cat.

Our cat is Blue... Like me...

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