Keri, whoever you  are (which I would like to know some day), this all your fault. It takes so little flattery to get me off track, but I was falling off so many tracks already, it didn't seem to matter which one I got on. After abandoning my one blog for my novel, I now abandon my novel-in-forever-progress for the blog, which allows me to hear a lot more klickety klaks per minute. Remember, you asked for it and I will be incorporating parts of the 800 pound monster which was going to revolutionize literature but ended up just injuring my big toe when I dropped it.

Every morning when he woke up he would unhook the cat from the wall where he had put him the night before because his damn purring kept him awake.

The title of this atrocity is at least one third off, possibly almost two as I am not legally divorced yet. The happy part. Shit, what is happy? Playing around with a bunch of electrons to show the world how witty you are as your real life goes down the toilet. A good old friend died this week. My first contemporary atrocity. I can't even decide what to decide to make of it, except that me, or any of us could be next in line.

Are these just long tweets or am I just warming up? I do have the urge to write something immortal before I go screaming into that good night. Could this blog take the interactive thing one step further. There would be sentences like: "I think the last sentence was a) good b)great c)awful. If you hit the c button a stream of electrons would come out of your computer and punch you in the nose. It wouldn't be that easy though. There would be trick questions and answerless ones too.

The cat doesn't mind sleeping on the wall, the hook was put in painlessly (I would never hurt an animal) I am thinking about getting one for the back of my neck myself so I could watch tv and when I nodded out and I wouldn't have to move anything, myself included.

You should read up on Johannes Brahms. He is going to play an important part in this narrative later. I am going to use the word "narrative" instead of "blog" which sounds like someone throwing up, which, I guess is what I am doing--throwing up words and watching them stick to the screen. It's great when you can end an entry wittily but unrealistic to think you can do it very often. Can't you just feel the plot gurgitating?