The days are so gloomy and I don't know what to do with myself or with
others. A couple of weeks back my sister found a neglected kitten in a
field and took it home. She is going to live with me and J after we move
in together. Weird. Why do I always write poems about actually being an
animal? It's getting repetitive. It just needs a bit of editing.
I work in an university library now, it has everything to do with open
licensing and I like learning more everyday.
