Scout Is Dead. -

Mara - my ex-girlfriend, (thanks to her honorary, post-facto allowance of that title, about three years after the fact) suggested that I make a list of things that make me happy at the end of the day so that I can find patterns in my happiness. I think this will go far in establishing my credentials as a more optimistic, less cynical person.

I have been sick for a few days now. Yesterday I spent all day spending money, which was probably a poor decision, but I did buy a hooka, some tobacco and coals, and I decorated a birdhouse.

The day before that I got to meet Bob Woodward thanks to UMaine. I think I asked good questions, which is important when you are talking to a guy like Bob Woodward, who can call your bullshit before you can, so asking good questions was kind of a good accomplishment.

Thursday night was kind of awful, but I am over it. Let's just say that sometimes disillusionment is a good thing, but it is not always the last thing or the end of things.

Oh and today while lounging around the house with a disease, a cat came downstairs. So I let it outside. Then, a few hours later, another cat came out of Pattie's room and started meowing. Basically my apartment is spawning cats.