Did you see that one MA resident who, while channel-surfing through election coverage, became so bored by Hillary’s speech that she slid on over to Heir 2 tha Streets and stayed there for half an hour? Yeah. That was me. And I’m not ashamed to say so.
Then Jake pissed on my “PRECIOUS BOOKS” bookshelf, on some poetry I stole from my parents’ house that I used to read as a child, on my only pair of sneakers, and on a front-page newspaper clipping from my last film. So that pretty much took my mind off everything except for how I suddenly hate having a cat.
UPDATED: I also just smelled cat pee on my husband’s favorite Rock Band guitar. So maybe the tide is turning. Domestically, I mean.