I am not domestic. I am a luxury, and in that sense, necessary

[sovay]

So for the second night in a row I did not fall asleep until well after sunup and then I was out of commission far too late into the afternoon while still not getting much real sleep at all. When I finally got up, Autolycus had thrown up twice on the floor.

But then I got out of the house. And I met up with rushthatspeaks. And the entire staff of the T-Mobile store in Central Square thought Fox was adorable and I bought a yuzu cream croissant and durian mochi from H-Mart and we picked up gaudior from work and my biography of Sessue Hayakawa had come in at Porter Square Books and we made shells and cheese for dinner and Rush-That-Speaks showed me David Ehrlich's 25 best films of 2016 and it was in general a really nice day.

And then I got home and the upstairs neighbors are throwing a literally screaming party and their weed has filled the stairwell and smells like Satan's underarm and Autolycus is still throwing up and I just found out that John Hurt has died.

I'd like to take this evening again from about ten o'clock, thank you.

[edit] All right, as of eleven-thirty, the literally screaming party has decamped for parts unknown (although their weed remains) and Autolycus is no longer actively throwing up. But John Hurt is still dead and I'm not all right with that.

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[pameladean]

Hooboy. On the whole I like city life, but neighbors can be profoundly horrible at times.

Nuit developed a habit of vomiting regularly and it turned out that she had food allergies. She and all the other cats downstairs now subsist on a diet of duck and green peas (in kibble form, I hasten to add; I know people do cook for their cats, but we do not make them duck and green peas). Possibly Autolycus's vomiting is merely recreational, however.

P.

[sovay]

Nuit developed a habit of vomiting regularly and it turned out that she had food allergies.

They've shown no signs of allergies before, but my mother wondered if something about the formulation of the catfood had changed, since it came on very suddenly after my purchasing a new fat of cans. As of today, though, no further vomiting occurred, so we're hoping it was just a stage they were going through.

Possibly Autolycus's vomiting is merely recreational, however.

Oh, God, I hope not. He already has the hobby of walking across my head in the mornings to see if I've died in the night.