I was in the kitchen when I suddenly remembered that I had a grey cat (that looked very much like Suzanne) to take care of, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had fed it. I knew that I had had two cans of cat food when I moved in and used one the first night. I called the cat and it came in typical cat-fashion, rubbing against the walls, chair legs, etc. I told the cat, “if you just made your presence known a little more often, maybe I wouldn’t forget to feed you.” I decided that I should feed the cat when I ate, and maybe then I wouldn’t forget. But that caused a problem since I don’t eat on a regular schedule all day.

I then started to panic over everything. ‘Miah called, asked what I doing, and I told him that I was having a panic attack. While I was trying to understand him on the phone (I couldn’t really make out too much of what he was saying as I was trying to feed the cat, which was a whole lot harder than it sounds), the water refused to shut off, I found old plates with chicken gravy, the cat food smelled horrid and nausated me, the cat ran away again, the floor swarmed with gnats from garbage that hadn’t been taken out, etc. Then ‘Miah told me that he quit his job. I asked why and he said, “Don’t know. Just did.” He was irritated with me because I kept asking him to repeat things, but I just couldn’t understand.

‘Miah, Dion and I were watching numbers (white serif, probably Times New Roman) swirling into a black hole. The sky was a shade somewhere between navy and lavender. Numbers included 0, 9, 4, 7, 2, and more. There were a lot of zeros, causing me to call them Spaghetti-Os.

Nelda was telling me that she was “shocked” when she learned where my house was. “Is that a good shock or a bad shock?” I asked, but she was too speechless to answer.

Joel was complaining about the E-mail I sent and about how, when his wife read it out loud to him, it seemed way too inappropriate. I didn’t know what I had possibly done wrong, as I had been on very good behavior. Joel was just amused.