I’m almost ready to call it a day.
I’m out of coffee and creamer and running low on crackers and cheese, all of which rank right up there with yogurt and rice pudding, the former of which, I’m running low on again. I’m just trying to lose weight... Not happy.
Zeke has a stalker. Several people have tried to tell him to file a formal complaint against her, but he keeps putting it off. I’m hoping, after the meeting, yesterday, that he finally gets the hint. He said he would sign a complaint, so I’m encouraging him to draft a letter and let him know I will be more than happy to type it and print it at no charge, just to see that she leaves him alone. (He normally pays me $1 a sheet so I can accumulate enough to buy more ink.)
She can’t believe that he doesn’t “love her,” and her entire life here is fixated on telling everyone she knows about his “bad treatment” of her. She forced herself into his life, and when he was done with her, he was done. But she isn’t done with him. She’s 80 years old, fercryinoutloud!
No one can talk any sense into her. She wants him, and if she can’t have him, she will ruin him. If I live to be 100, I will never, ever understand women.
Never understand men, either. He got involved with her, dumped her, and expected her to become impersonally civil? When I’m 80, I’ll just have cats! Or maybe fish.
I found several pictures I’d started at some time in the past. The one I worked on today is a Clouded Leopard.
Is she, perchance, a democrat?