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I got a little kittie! In my dream. The kittie wasn't black but he was a grey tabby and his name was Little Sausage (of course...) I got to carry him all the way home curled up against my chest. He was purring.

Writing my resume to drop off at the little expresso stands around town.

Also sticking up little post-it notes on the wall above my desk. Each little postie has a quote about creativity written on it. I'm going to go through The Artist's Way today and copy out some more quotes.

One of the exercises in the book is to choose five different occupations you'd like to lead in five different imaginary lives. You could do anything. Then you choose one that you want to "live out" this week. I chose to be a famous chef.

Like Anatole.

kittie kittie

I got to hold a little kitten tonight.

Makes me remember how much I want a kittie of my own,

which is very badly.

I would like a pure black one,

with soft fur,

that has many kittens;

many kittens that I can hide in my valet's bed.

(Because my valet will not like kittens so much;

his name will be Jeeves.)