I am on the phone with the City of Lawrence. For odor or taste problems with my water I should press five--I'm on hold. Our cat, Meow, just jumped on the kitchen table. Ryan, wearing a black tank top and white paint pants, is performing surgery on the near-death plant. Meow has walked over to the window. He is staring at the dead cicada skeleton attached to the screen. A little child is mumbling in a high register. I can press zero at anytime during this call. Meow is now sitting on my purse. He just got scared by the loud noise of Ryan setting the plant next to the window.

This was the most boring part of today. Earlier Ryan found a dead mouse. I looked up solutions on the internet. She was brave.

I have washed dishes in two sinks!

I have seen more than three pairs of glasses!

There is a story written and available on the internet!

Strung together by the television!

And I am told this is something to learn from!

And I agree with this person!

I tell the cat to get off of the counter and love the kids.

She sat on a bench looking out at the carnival and he wore a scarf. After watching the rides for a couple minutes he took her to the train that was built in another century, looking forward without speaking to her and asking questions like "What are we doing here?" and "Who am I?" She laughed in the florescent lights.

By the time they got to the top of the city the boy with the scarf needed water and ran to all of the fountains. Her feet got muddy standing there as she watched him use his hand to throw water at himself and wondered if she was on stage.

They walked over to the ledge to look down on the city, at which point he took out a cigarette and put one foot on the wooden railing. He praised the "Ugly city, full of idiots" because it was his. And she tried to find him running to the fountain afterwards funny but she began to see that he ran away from foreign things and they spent so long looking at cookies in the store she thought he'd never buy anything.