I fell asleep watching TV, and woke up to The Mask of Zorro. I watched it till the end, when Dodo looked up at me and meowed. I patted his head, looked at his black coloring over white. I used to call him the BatCat because his black fur goes from the back of his head over his little ears to the tip of his black nose like Batman’s mask. Now I noticed how his back is black to the tip of his tail, like a cape. “Who is that masked cat?” I asked him. “It’s ZoDodo!”

I feel like poo. The 3 pieces of fried chicken I ate at 5p are sitting in my stomach like 3 fatty overcaloried, oversodiumed rocks. Why do I always feel like poo late at nite? I wanna go to the gym but when I feel this yucky, I’m extremely antisocial. Maybe I’ll just do some crunches, pushups and lunges or something. Actually, now’s a good time to reinflate the balance ball.

I gotta remember to work on the jujitsu beginners’ flyer when I have access to a printer.