I'm such a good influence on people. A trail of kids just walked down my street. I was sitting on the stoop, in striped pyjama pants and a plaid jacket with messy hair and smoking. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I won't be drinking coffee for a couple of hours yet. The kids didn't seem to notice anything. I wonder what their chaperone thought.

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A few weeks ago, on a Sunday, I was sitting here at my computer. My boyfriend was practicing with one of his bands. Attack Mode, I think. I was about to write something, when I heard my cat. Mrow. Me. Out of the two cats, she's the quiet one, and there was something odd in those meows. They sounded excited. They trailed off. She wasn't enunciating. I wondered what she was trying to tell me, and turned to greet her.

That's when I saw the toy in her mouth. It was the size of her toy mice, but it wasn't fluorescent in colour. She dropped it, presenting it to me as a gift. When she spit it out, it crawled a little and she scooped it back up into her mouth. That's when I heard it squeak in fear and pain. Oh shit. Since when do we have mice in the building? How long have I lived here without having to deal with this? At least now I know why the cats are so interested in a certain area in the kitchen.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to save the mouse, but get it out of my place. I didn't want my cat to get some sort of disease, but I froze and couldn't stop her. I yelled "Lydia, Lydia, drop it! Drop it!" She looked at me sideways as if to say "fuck you, you're not getting my treasure" and she ran into the bedroom. KC was supposed to be home soon, so I went outside to wait. When he finally got home, we couldn't find the corpse anywhere, and the kitty had a satisfied look on her face. She was smiling. I think that was her first prey ever, and she's at least seven years old. I thought, as long as it's not in my bed, there's nothing we can do and we'll find it when our place starts to smell like the Seahorse did in February. I didn't look forward to that. A gross, stinking mouse crawling with bugs and bacteria.

I got mad at myself for letting it happen. If that had been my pet hamster (assuming I had one) in her mouth, I would've pried it out. But, being a strange and probably dirty mouse, I didn't. The poor thing.

A week later, there was what appeared to be a tail in the poo in the litter box. I still haven't smelled anything, and I think that big poo with a tail was the critter. She had swallowed it, apparently whole. I'm relieved she didn't choke. She doesn't seem sick, but I worry. She does seem like a changed woman, who is very proud of herself.

For awhile, until the surprise in the litter box, I was thinking I had hallucinated it. But, there is another dead mouse in the garbage room in the basement. The landlord took the garbage out, but left the dead thing there to rot, and attract more pests.

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Thanks to the people that have kind of "reached out" to me recently. I've noticed, and I appreciate it. The emotional stuff is subsiding, although I still haven't spoken to the person with whom I should. I don't know how to apologize, and some people have convinced me I don't need to. I like my friends.

I can't believe I'm going to see Motorhead in less than a week.

PS-IDN, you disgust me. I mean, I try not to be grossed out. At first, I thought it was great. A place for non-Dome/Palace people to go dance. I've even considered going myself. But, the idea of some gross, creepy, bearded guy unzipping his pants makes me lose my appetite. But, I guess some people would want to suck his dick in the bathroom. To me, it's just a place for you to go to pretend your not a Dome/Palace person. If you go, I wish you luck. I also hope you get some, cuz that's why you're there, right? If mono is the worst disease you get, you should count yourself lucky, and I'll be happy for you.