I mean I'd be less inclined to let him be if he hadn't run around all fucking day knocking random things onto the floor and climbing up the back of my shelves sending debris left and right and rooting around in the drawers that I have not specified as his. (his drawers are half-open with enticing crinkly plastic bags hanging out of them. usually he trains his attention upon those but today he decided he must get into the upper right drawer and so after futile attempts to divert his attention back onto his drawers I removed the stuff in the upper right drawer and replaced it with crinkly plastic bags, putting the forbidden stuff into the drawer that is no longer his so that he could have the one he seemed to want so much worse. this made him very happy for a little while.)
I spent all day running around it seems and in an hour I go do some more running as I must pick up a package from UPS. then tomorrow there is no place I have to be at any particular time unless I go to this presentation in berkeley but I feel like I've been running around for a week and just might stay home. last night I was supposed to go see bauhaus but as usual decided to go to bed instead. well someone got more legroom. it was a balcony seat. I hope they were good.
I don't want to go get this box. I want to stay in and read and go to bed early of course although getting the box will not keep me up particularly late it will involve getting up out of this chair and walking to the garage etc. I don't recall being quite this worn out in recent memory. by tomorrow I should feel better. unless I'm getting sick.
that would suck.