The retarted kitten makes me sad. He tries so damn hard to do normal things, but he falls over if he gets the least bit distracted. I have to admit that at times it can be funny, but for the most part I just worry about wether or not we did the right thing trying to save his life. He seems happy though. He loves to eat (I'm an expert on this...when life sucks, food is often <3)and his little sweet earnest face is always so content looking, so maybe he's not quite bright enough to figure out that all the other cats can run and play, and he's lucky if he can remain standing during kitten-chow time.
In any event, thats my Sunday. Last night Tommy had a really good fire in the woods. There were 0 dirtbikes yesterday as well. It was actually a really good day, and we discovered the secret of camping: Go home before you'd actually have to sleep there.
Today won't be nearly as fun :( It's full of necesities like cleaning and coupon cutting and (hopefully) stupid-I-only-took-it-for-JC-but-he's-too-"busy"-to-work-on-it final. Oh well, at least there is Deadwood! 2nd to last episode of the season, so you know lots of shit is about to hit the fan. <3
