i'd like a shovel.

drinking a glass of milk. there's not much going on. i'm just sort of sticking to my diet and passing the time.

buying a new bathtub in december.

a city of cats

. . . and we were riding on a train, traveling through the land of cats. yes, cats, there were cats all around, tabby cats, grey cats, calico cats, and long haired cats. if ever there were a dog in the city the cats might meow. i wrapped my jacket around me with the faux fox fur collar, it was chilly. it was dark out but the lights were on and they were bright. i couldn't see out the window because the lights were so bright. there was a reflection in the window of myself and the of the interior of the train car i was sitting in. i stared at the reflection and listened. i swear i could hear the sound of a cat screeching along with the hum of the train next to the window. it went on continually. i decided to get out some potted meat and snow peas i had in my carry-all. i had gone to the super market at my last stop earlier in the day. of all things i got the inclining for potted meat and snow peas and a glass of milk. milk is always refreshing. i drink it often. i began to find the reflection of the car's interior and the sound of the ever screeching cat appeasing with my potted meat, snow peas, and bottle of milk. then i began to think, ''what was this city of cats all about?'' i had read about it in my travel guide. it said that the cats came from an old tradition of ushering in the cats in order to clear out the city of rats every year. i guess they had alot of rats. l o l. i can't imagine there are many of those around now though. i'll take a cat over a rat any day. who knows maybe i could take some pictures of a diversity of differing cats and place them in my photo portfolio. it could be interesting. cats have all different personalities, or at least they can appear to have different personalities depending on what pictures you take. i think i might spend a few short days here in the town of cats so i can get my pictures of them. i'll leave with a cornacopia of pictures of cats and all their personalities and etc. about 30 minutes pass, and the train stops.
i put my snow peas and potted meat away. i finished all the milk. maybe i should have saved some for the cats. or, maybe they like potted meat. i have another one in my carry-all. i gather my things and step off the train into the dark night. there's one lone lamp light on at the depo and lots of cats around. i make my way to the hotel, check in, and rest on the bed. i walk over to the window and look out. luckily the lights are off in the hotel room so i can see out very clearly. i clearly see cats out the window. i decide to wait until morning to take some pictures. i think i'll have some breakfast at an outdoor resturant if i can find one tommorrow morning. but i think i'll sleep in late too, maybe 10. the next morning comes. i make my way down to one of the outdoor resturants with a camera in tow. it's about 10am. the morning sun is bright and glowy this morning. i order some coffee and take some pictures of the cats near by the restturant and strolling about the tables being fed by the patrons. ten, eleven, twelve, that's 22 pictures of cats. i'll stroll down by some of the shops in a bit. i take some more pictures of cats down by the store windows and other various venues and oportunites. i get several until i'm satisfied with what i've taken. then i head into one of the shops to pick up a souvenir. and head down the road a ways to a park to feed the cats.
  

a word to say to someone

really? that's what you do. so, someone puts someone in hollywood tabloids with my name and expressing that i'm just simply overwieght? really? wow, what a crappie person they must be. i moved in with and got rid of my sex offender and didn't feel like i could go out of my house for several years and you want to put someone in hollywood with my name and express that i'm simply overwieght? really? i can't imagine the issues that someone like that must have. wow.

hearing voices

things project from far distances anywhere there's wind moving. they don't sound from inside the head. anywhere where there is wind, a ravine, an air conditioner, an air vent, a speaker that's on, anything that produces a sound or wind can be used as sounding boards for these voices. it's weird. i'm currently taking two medications which seem to work. i take a generic form of geodone and buspirone. the buspirone does alot. when i take it i can hear a sound which sounds like a door closing in my ear drum. it's interesting. it's my best guess i came down with this condition from an inner ear infection. i'm glad the medication is working. i'm trying to figure out about how to handle traveling. i want to travel around the country for a year. so, i'll have to find a doctor that will prescribe medication either over the phone or online or something that works. i have a counselor, i thought maybe i'd ask them as to how to handle that. they may know. i d k.

i'm riding on an electric train. hands are clapping. why? i don't know. but i can hear them. what are they applauding? has someone on this train achieved and mastered such a feat as to warrant applaud? i'm left wondering what they accomplished. it's too bad these trains don't have horns or whistles. i'd honk one. maybe i have a kazoo in my pocket. i'll get it out. maybe they're having a celebration of some sort. maybe someone's getting married or maybe it's a tour group? i don't know who they are but they look like they're having fun. so i ask someone sitting next to me what they were celebrating. they say, ''who knows, if someone claps i just clap too. it makes life more enjoyable.'' i agree. suddenly the lights flash in and out.
a bolt of lightning strikes the train car, right down the middle. the clapping stops. everyone pauses and looks around at each other. the lights go out. there's chatter and someone screams suddenly. i blow my nose. i also put my kazoo away. doesn't seem like the right time to use it. ''i'm scared,'' exclaims a young boy to his father. i hand them the kazoo. they say thank you. so now we have the sound of the train, and the small chattering of occasional voices, and a deafening silence, and a kazoo, and we're in the dark. the train seems to pick up speed. and there's rain now pouring down. i can see it pouring down the sides of the windows. we hear a deafening screech. the train pulls to a stop. a moment passes and the lights come back on. everyone cheers and is happy again. then the lights go off again. l o l. we just can't win. then they come back on again. everyone cheers. and they go off again. then i hear the ''oh nos'' and the ''when will they come back on again'' chattering. the train starts again, with a loud deafening screech again, this time shorter. at this point we're all hoping we make it to the next depot. l o l. ''raindrops are falling on my head'' plays from the wonderful kazoo. someone opens a window. of course these windows don't open all the way, just enough to hear, see, and feel whats outside if you happen to be sitting behind it when it's spouting out raindrops from the rain storm outside. ''close that window,'' someone sais. they close the window. the lights pop on. everybody cheers. and we have a happy train ride the rest of the way.  

incredably bored and i have a headache. i'm sure i'll feel better tommorrow. i think the medication i am on is contributing to my health condition. i'll just have to try more enzymes i guess. i've also just figured out why someone i know got married when they did. they were having finacial struggles. l o l.

my room

my room here is small but nice. it has everything i need except for a bath. there is a mirror on the wall which is square and framed in ornate gold. it's next to the door and above the bed. to the left is a cork board. i have on it two pictures and a ship's wheel. one picture is a picture of my daughter and the other is a picture of a girl from a magazine dressed in a wedding dress with flaming red hair. she's very pretty. then i have a door wreath on the wall. it's white and made of riffraff ribbon. then there's the tv.  it's hanging from the wall. i don't have it on right now. then there's my desk. it's long and specially fabricated. it's two tall tables with two pine wood boards going across them, very simplistic. on it are a list of things:  a box full of paper and bi-folding folders and a bible, a small stack of movies and pc software, my computer and it's monitor, my netbook, a tall empty glass that's clean, a magazine, a nautilus, a small wooden box full of different things, a freestanding mirror, a decorative egg, and two small picture frames with pictures in them, and then there's my jewelry box with a lenox plate on top and two bath towels. next to that is my trash can which is up off the floor. it's a good place for it to be. it's stacked on top of a couple of boxes and two solid bike tires still in their boxes. then there's the window curtain which is six long panels altogether. a small trampoline, another lamp without a lampshade and two suit cases. i have a homemade shawl that i made myself draped across the lamp without the lampshade. and then there's a broom. that's about my room. i also have in the middle of it a large ceiling fan with a tassel tied to the light pull. the bed has three pullout drawers on the bottom which i use. i recently got a new blanket or throw. i like it. it feels like satin. i bought my bedspread in january. i think i'd like to get a new one though.  

west monroe hospital

the west monroe hospital was nice. i generally found no problems with it. about the only thing i noticed that they needed was maybe some light aerobics of some sort. there were three giant tvs, all the beds were clean as a whistle, and all the rooms had their own bathroom. there were two shower rooms and one sauna. they also had a courtyard which was nice, and an atrium room. the only reason i got admitted there was because i drove there. they did not transfer me to that facility from the hospital locally.

the allen parish hospital

the allen parish hospital before it was a hospital was used as a training base for either the reserves or some kind of military training. it had been infested with deer ticks shortly before they transformed it into a hospital. they also had underground storage and shelters, but the word was that there were freeky things down in those storage units. a word to the wise, don't eat the food. some of the food kept down in storage was used for testing various things, staph, strep, etc. there's no telling whats in it.

its my daughters birthday tommorrow. they are having a party this evening. they have the lights up and the music going and a cake and etc. i hope she has some fun. she's been doing a good job with her classes she's taking at a local university. tommorrow i may have some pumpkin pie, if there's any left, l o l. that's about it for this evening. i've just been hanging out with my computer and my laptop.