Hicks Street

Here's the cat I prepare scrambled eggs, vienna sausages, and dallops of yogurt for.

Cosmo has started to be half-friendly to me, and now only hisses sometimes. We're doing okay. Loft-sit 2k8 is going pretty well: we cook, eat, play cards, pretend to grill, watch Godard, and get asked if we killed the people who live there. The bad news is, I've quit sleeping and am pretty grumpy about it.