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I've written 85 emails since 10AM today. 63 of them for work. Which I am now leaving. (to go to Other Work).

Battle Cat has located his proper domain for doing battle: under the deck of the sports court in my condo buildings. That's where he lives now. With centipedes and possums, which I assume double as both roommates and meals.

Xander likes being an only cat again. But things can't last this way.

I was locked out of Blogger for a few days and couldn't fix the seemingly unavoidable grammer and spelling mistakes that I sometimes notice if I bother to read my own updates. Gosh, the only thing that happened to me though is that I watched 5 minutes of a show called "Growing Up Tiger" on Animal Planet, and one shot of a tiger cub getting a bath has sustained me through a somewhat trying week. I'm not sure why I was so anxious to update the last week. Probably just because I couldn't.

Last night my cords for the Super Nintendo came, but I couldn't get it to work. So I worked on my iTunes library for a while and tried not to cry about it. But today I might take it to Gamefellas, a shop right by my house that I always wondered about, and it turns out they specialize in classic video game consoles.

And lastly, Thursday is my first attempt at a role-playing game, and I have barely sketched out my character! I love doing this kind of thing (hence my participation in several imaginary comic books throughout my life), but I haven't had time and I want to do it right. But I'm running out of time. So, if you'd like to be a dear, just post some random traits/background my character might have, just to give me some ideas to start with. I'm thinking I'll try to work Russian into it because another player there speaks some Russian, too, plus there's a Siberian corporation in the game's universe. I can't be magic, but otherwise, the sky's the limit.

I saw Spider-Man 3 last week, a movie dripping with big fat man-tears. I probably wouldn't have thought much about it, except I saw it with someone who's been accused of being emotionless. You hear phrases like "emotionally unavailable," but they don't really sink in until you experience them. Anyway, maybe I'm contracting a slight lack of empathy myself because I totally agreed with a friend who said, regarding MJ's mopiness in the movie "Get over it! You're dating a superhero--you're following him. He's not going to relocate for your crappy acting career!" Of course, it was more subtle than that in the movie, but really MJ, you're going to have to toughen up if you want to keep dating Spiderman. Spiderman and all his friends will probably also have to stop welling up at the drop of a hat.

Anyway, with a real-life person lacking a wide range of emotion, it helps to re-define emotions to include such things as nausea, headache, and dizziness. True, these may sound more like "symptoms" than "emotions," but whatever it takes to get my friend to be more emotional.

A big rope of ants discovered something under my bookcase! I have no idea what they could be doing under there. I'm surprised they can even fit, or that they made it all the way to the third story of my building. I'm constantly covered with phantom ant bites now. I don't think they're really the biting kind, though. I'm just being very emotional. Itching is also an emotion.