Forgetting and then Laughter

There is a wonderful book by Milan Kundera called the Book of Laughter and Forgetting. I wish I had it in my possession tonight. I don't. Instead, I have FML.

Lately my life has been rollercoasting. There are extremes of mass chaos and busy. Then there are the envious days of unemployment spent scouring the world for a paying job. It's not the money that lures me it's the capability to: 1. sustain myself 2. send for my foreign object 3. eat legumes.

And it's in the moments of lull and waiting that it dawns on me(you?), there isn't true waiting. This is it, a la michael jackson.

As soon as I start to think all my thoughts flee my brain. I can only hope they find refuge in my fingers as they tap a rap tap on the keyboard.

Eff that. I need to address the most pressing concern at hand. Kittens. There are three kittens plus their mother cat, also slightly a kitten, who are destroying everything is this apartment. The claw up all that can be clawed-have you ever seen a kitten climb up a bicycle tire like it were a cat toy? It's nowhere near desirable and disturbingly cute, at times. Before this experience, I never could understand people who said they didn't like cats-now, I get it. It's a shredded nightmare sometimes. It's probably just the numerosity.