Any excuse to revert back to childhood

Lately, my cat has developed a weird phobia of the floor. He can't stand to be on the floor for more than two seconds before jumping up on the furniture. If I put him down on the floor, he immediately jumps back up into my arms. I know I should be somewhat concerned about this development, but what I really want to do is jump up on the furniture for an old school game of THE FLOOR IS LAVA!

A shitty night, in more than one way

I had a horrible experience with an irate heckler at the club last night. Even after he had left the club, he proceeded to repeatedly call the box office to complain about me, getting angrier and more threatening with each call. This was the first time I have left a comedy club fearing death. When I got home, I thought some TV would help me take my mind off things, but the first thing that came up when I turned on the TV was AMC showing Cape Fear. I turned it on just in time to hear Deniro screaming "COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!"

So, I shit my pants and went to bed.

On bad days, I change the font to something more festive.

Whenever I need a pick-me up, I take the list of my fears I have typed out on my computer and reformat it from double space to single. It's kinda uplifting to have it take up three pages instead of six.