You Cheap Bastard

I know times are tough economically, but $25?  I spent that much on beer today.  For breakfast.  Now where did it go?  Maybe I should make a missing poster for it.  Oh, right, in my belly.  Hopefully, this cute kitty isn't in someone's belly, but like I said, times are tough.
I know I'm supposed to post stuff every day, but sometimes I don't have time.  Hence, the gratuitous lack of posts this weekend.  But I'm back to make you uncomfortable, sitting here watching informercials on a Sunday night.  This makeup lady talking to me is a reptilian for sure.  You can always tell by the eyes.  Don't ask me how I know, because I'm not telling.  Once they know how I spot them, they'll be inside my brain, and there's no more room up there with all the staggering knowledge I have.  Oh, am I rambling?
Anyway, little Rafa the kitty has been gone a little while now.  Since he went missing on December 30th, I bet he went partying for New Years, getting all fucked up on catnip.  Because he disappeared on High Street.  Get it?  It's a stoner joke.  Ooh, ooh, he also had a "green" collar.  Man, I'm on fire here.  What?  No laughs. I know, I'm faltering pretty bad here.  Brain's too full of other stuff I guess, like really exciting geology articles I've been reading.  I mean, super exciting.  Thrilling...