Monday, Feb. 28, 2005 - 5:29 p.m.
The cat might die
Part of the point of taking today off was to make lists and achieve stuff. So this is what I've achieved, in list form:* a bath (yes yes but it is like personal central heating and it works)
* made a list of likes, dislikes, what I'm good at, what I'm not good at, potential things to do more of at work
* revised my CV slightly
* painted my window frames
* painted my wee stool*
* got gloss paint all over my hands, blee
* moved wee stool back inside to dry because bits of nature were dripping onto it and setting into the paint. How do normal people handle this?
* as Pollymagoo pointed out, 'wee stool' sounds rather ming. Sorry. My small stool that isn't a poo.
Here's the bad bit though - today's moral conundrum. My friends have gone away for a week and left me with their keys so I can go feed their cat and stop it from dying. Today I braved the freezing weather to carry out my duties, and spent ages trying to get the damned keys to work. They wouldn't. In the end I turned around and came back.
What would you do? What should I do? THE CAT MAY DIE.
Edit: Can people please stop being so amusing? I have snorted out loud at too many entries today. Surely this can't be good for me? Well whatever. My flat is looking and feeling more and more like a nest, which is a great thing, but well it's cosy enough for two.