Current mood:	confused
Current music:	"We're Not Going to Make it" - Green Day

It was a dark and stormy night...
...in late January, when our heroine wandered out into the cold. Leaning down into her bag, she adjusted the volume on her iPod and began her long and arduous walk. It was far she had to go, and kitty litter she needed to procure, for her darling little one could not go without it. Crossing Broadway, a sudden sensation came over her. She felt light! Lighter than air! She felt as though she was suspended in the ether! Looking down, to her horror, she discovered she was! The ground was drifting further and further from her feet as she rose with rapid speed! Reaching out, she grabbed a windowsill and clung to it for dear life. Hours past. The people below meandered by, oblivious to her screams for help (being quite preoccupied with their own iPods) and clearly in a hurry to get to their own destinations. They had no time or inclination to deal with the girl who gravity forgot. Her arms tiring, she gripped fanatically at the ledge, but she could not hang on forever, and soon enough her arms gave way to the strain.

Careening upwards, our brave protagonist wondered aloud at the unfortunate fate that had befallen her. She resolved that if ever she were to get her feet firmly on the ground, she would never again question Newton or violate his beloved laws of physics! Suddenly, the whoosh of a jet engine roared into her ears and our heroine instinctively reached out and caught the first thing she could. Success! She had grabbed the wing of a passing 747! Hoping with all her might that she could cling to the wing long enough to get to the ground and beg for help, she steeled herself for a long flight. She was in luck, though! The flight was simply Kentucky bound! Rejoicing at her good fortune she yelped a hearty "Huzzah!" to the fast fleeing sky and threw up her hand when the plane landed. To her shock and joy, the laws of gravity seemed to have been restored to her and she fled the airfield in search of a way home.

What followed were several frantic weeks of odd jobs, false identities, and living close to the edge, all in order to earn enough to buy a ticket home to her beloved city. Her employment rambling took her through restaurant kitchens, welfare offices, lawns that needed landscaping and bathrooms that needed a wash. She worked hard, and by mid-February, she had finally earned enough to take the next greyhound bus back to her beloved city!

Her little kitten had become feral in her absence, and had learned the ways of the building, using a coal chute to get into the outside world and poaching old sushi from nearby restaurants. Yet when she saw her, she jumped head-first into her lady's arms!

...That's when she remembered the kitty litter...so, in a rush, our heroine, fixed the volume on her iPod, and headed into another cold and stormy night.

...and that's why I haven't blogged in awhile...don't blame me! Blame Newton and his wonky laws of physics!

Huzzah!

-Liz :-)