asian beetles, asian buffet

I don't want to spend any time talking about why I'm doing this. It's obviously self-indulgent/ self-absorbed, there's no question of that. but I've been thinking about having my own blog for 4 days, a long time for a guy with my attention span. I assume this means it's the right thing to do.

I skipped thanksgiving this year and I'm feeling good about it. I decided I had too much to do to play the awkward orphan at someone else's feast. "Sir, could I trouble you to pass me half a pat of margarine for my cracker? God bless you."
"Too much to do" is a relative term. Mostly I walked around my apartment in my boxers, standing in a trance over the whooshing heating vents whenever I felt I had earned it. When I got my shit together at about 3:30 or 4, I went hunting for a Chinese restaurant, book in hand. I entertained a few false hopes before I saw my place. at a desolate strip mall in Middleton, there it was- Edo Buffet. My question- is all-you-can-eat actually a deal when the food tastes like it came off of other people's plates? It's a rhetorical question.
Also, I am worried about Mr. Shelby Kittums. she hasn't eaten or drinken for a couple days and she's totally listless and weird. Nicole thinks she ate one of the Asian beetles that infest rickety old houses in Wisconsin. I think she might be dying. For those who don't know, she was diagnosed with kitty herpes at an early age, and the doctors didn't give her many years to live. please send prayers or cross your fingers for the little trooper- I can't afford to fix her.
how tragic.