Cosmic Onion of Consciousness

The first of June. We are officially 6 months into the year and 6 months away from New Year's Day. It was also my 4 year anniversary with Rocker on 29th May and I only remembered it yesterday. 4 years, man. How time has flown.

I'm mentally and physically exhausted this morning and so the wit and wonder will be kept to the minimum today.

What has happened to me since my last post? Apparently nothing.

Somebody asked me if I was happy yesterday and I honestly couldn't give them a straight answer. On the outside I know I'm chirpy but inside I am barely holding it together. If I were to allow myself to become negative I'm scared I wouldn't be able to get back from the dark place, I feel like I'm waiting to be happy and that's got to be the unhealthiest feeling there is.

To top this all off, Lucy Fur the Cat seems to have deep-seated psychological problems and is driving me nuts. When she isn't begging for food she's following me into the bathroom and throwing herself dead-cat style at my feet. She wakes me up at least three times in the night and she's just an absolute handful. Either this is Lucy Fur: The Teenage Years or she is just scarred from the years she was starved of affection.

To be honest I don't even know her entire history but being shifted from home to home takes a toll on a person, let alone a small defenceless little meow-meow.

I don't really care how naughty she is though because she's all mine. When she looks at me with unconditional love I know she's the one.

Meow.