wednesday

Coco is not eating. On the other hand, she is drinking water. Remember, when Willy and Sammy was dying, they were neither eating nor drinking water. So, I am feeling hopeful that whatever is going on will right itself, that, for instance, maybe she ate something that is just disagreeing with her a little. Until she starts eating again, though, I have to feel a little frightened. ... ... Moira tweets, "Don't know about you but I find Fashion Week a great opportunity to remind myself that I'm morally superior to people who are into Fashion." ... ... I had a little wanky wank. After possibly losing Motherless and Heavy-R, I was wondering how badly this part of my life might be affected. If today is any indication, it won't be so bad if I don't get those sites back. SlutLoad delivers a lot of the Japanese stuff that floats my boat and makes it skip over the waves, and xHamster still works. At least for the short term: I'm afraid their stock is not so greatly voluminous. At the very least, I have another couple of months to supply to see if Motherless relents on its new ad policy. Pi says, "Of course, you could see this as an opportunity to simply quit that part of your life." Honestly, I'd love nothing better. It is a waste of so much time and energy. But I am afraid that it is an instinctual thing. Pi says, "Please, people abstain all the time. There is some free will here." Yes, but that's probably a pretty big accomplishment. Have you seen my waistline? I am not exactly Mr. Self-Discipline. ... ... When Coco came in this evening and walked up to the food plate, I was expectant, but after sniffing at the food, she walks away and goes to the water dish to drink as if she might be able to get her nutrients that way. If she doesn't eat tomorrow, I think we are in the serious zone.