Tuesday, Tuesday

So, school's heating up, and the assignments are piling, piling piling. I've never been one to be organized and/or 'on top of things' and I'm beginning to notice a disconcerting tendancy to feel organized and on top, when in reality I'm anything but. This leads to a misplaced sense of complacency. Also, that is decidedly not how novels get writ.

My friend Storm is on a 'raw food' diet (and has been for years). No wonder s/he's so healthy (and smells so nice, too). S/he's also prolific. I wonder if there's a connection?

I can't stop sneezing, but the cat's asleep on my lap and looks so happy, what can I do?

I had a dream last night the cat was an alien spy. But not in a bad way, really.