And an hour and a bit later, suddenly I'm proved wrong. And there's a nagging voice says I should mind, but you know, I don't. I'm edging toward thinking that's a good thing.
Less possessive, less emotionally sensitive kittens, plus plus.
I'll be quiet soon, I promise, but Life has set the Miniature Curve Ball Machine to Automatic, and I don't know where I am from one minute to the next; at least if I write things down here I'll be able to look back and know where I was...
"You don't know the power that you hold"
Later : And still the pretty keeps on being drawn to LJ. Good good.