It's a few days until Christmas, and I'm in San Diego with my parents. It's 6:40 am, and I'm awake, the rats, even, are sleeping. I brought them down here, the cage bumping around in the backseat, as finding a rat-sitter in LA at Christmastime was a difficult proposition.

Oh. I just announced I wasn't in my apartment. If anyone wants to break in, watch out for the cockroaches, they may have opposable thumbs by now, in fact, they may have a manifesto by now, and they are ORGANIZED.

I like to anthropomorphize things. I also like to coddle my rats until they look at me with those little beady eyes and say "put me back in my cage now, I'm bored, and there, there are walnuts."

Strange times. Interesting times. I went in a Mervyns that was going out of business a few days ago, and it looked like a riot was taking place.

The empire is falling. Taste the fruits of empire while you can. Before it's all gone gone gone.

I did a tarot reading this morning and drew the tower, crossed by the ten of swords.