Sitting here staring at the monitor and waiting for the caffiene to seep into my stimulant starved braincells. I think my eyes are cooking from looking at too many high contrast screens. But of course they're not, I'm exaggerating. Cat's away from the internet. No one to scream and rant at. He's moving to Melbourne, the lucky bastard. Though from the sound of it, Adelaide sucks a whole lot more than Portland does. I sometimes dream of Melbourne. I love city streets. I need a new pair of shoes before I walk down any, though. The ones I have now hurt me. I can't walk very far in them without my knees and hips complaining. I got a feeling the damage might be permanent, too. Like the way I'm slouching in this chair and fucking up my back forever.