a late night note

this evening someone randomly entered the restroom in my flat, bent down, and sniffed michael's catbox. she then turned to me and said "Wow Cher, your catbox doesn't smell!" I think at that point, I stepped out of my own skin, and stood beside myself just to see my own reaction. I looked at her and said, "No, it does not." I then walked into my office and sat down. I have to wonder as I look back at it all - how the heck do I stay sane?

goodnight.