I felt like a hobo all day today. (Which is the next step down from feeling like a bum, since I'm a bum all the time, anyway.) Played the Sims for too many hours. Cried a lot, randomly. Actions reduced to getting up to get beverages and getting up to go to the bathroom. Stupid. About to do a lot of things, none of which seemed to materialize as the hours passed.
In the brief time I was out I couldn't help but think about Sprockets' first day at camp, hiding, hissing at anyone that approached, hitting anything presented within reach. He's definately my cat.