abra

the squirrel moved out. i didn't see him all weekend; i can only assume he's out sowing his wild oats with all the sexy squirrels in the neighborhood, without even a single thought for poor abra waiting at home. he hasn't even called to let me know he's okay. i mean, i know i'm hard to live with, but did he have to pee all over the kitchen table before he left?

school's done and i hardly know what to do with myself. it's like, what do we do now that we've got saddam? that's how i feel.

cheers all. if you see my squirrel, tell him to come home. i'll take him back and even let him sleep under the covers with me.