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I wish I had a cat.
I grew up with cats, and though I know they can be vicious, irresponsible and totally contrary little bastards, I miss having them around.
It would also be absolutely impractical to have a cat here (anyone who has been to my flat will understyand this), and I am probably so disorganised these days that taking responsibility for the welfare of anything else alive would be a bad plan.
I think it's partly a function of thwe aorementioned knackeredeness, and alos of the one serious non-financial downside to my current state of non-work - the fact that actually speaking to people dries up completely, and while online conversations are all very well, the spontaneity and zest just isn't there.
Today, other than a conversation with an employment agent (which doesn't really count), the sum total of my real-life human interaction has been buying a couple of things in shops, and a 2-minute conversation with someone from the theatre who I've never really got on with (I was quite surprised when he actually acknoweldged my presence).
I am much better than average at coping with being on my own - it's something of a speciality, in fact. But it still occasionally bugs me, and especially when I'm tired.
I guess right now I'd like a cat because the feeling there was at least a conditional monkey's on tap would be useful (and I couldn't get monkeys either, in a barrel or otherwise).
Yes, clearly time for bed...
I grew up with cats, and though I know they can be vicious, irresponsible and totally contrary little bastards, I miss having them around.
It would also be absolutely impractical to have a cat here (anyone who has been to my flat will understyand this), and I am probably so disorganised these days that taking responsibility for the welfare of anything else alive would be a bad plan.
I think it's partly a function of thwe aorementioned knackeredeness, and alos of the one serious non-financial downside to my current state of non-work - the fact that actually speaking to people dries up completely, and while online conversations are all very well, the spontaneity and zest just isn't there.
Today, other than a conversation with an employment agent (which doesn't really count), the sum total of my real-life human interaction has been buying a couple of things in shops, and a 2-minute conversation with someone from the theatre who I've never really got on with (I was quite surprised when he actually acknoweldged my presence).
I am much better than average at coping with being on my own - it's something of a speciality, in fact. But it still occasionally bugs me, and especially when I'm tired.
I guess right now I'd like a cat because the feeling there was at least a conditional monkey's on tap would be useful (and I couldn't get monkeys either, in a barrel or otherwise).
Yes, clearly time for bed...