house of litter and fog

i am sleepwalking through fall...blame it on the meow..in july, donut, our cat, came out of his "diabetic remission"...and any shot at normal sleep, or a "good housekeeping" clean home went out the proverbial window...he sleeps all day...wakes to drain the water bowl...runs in and out of his pan...a lot....trailing litter that escapes mats, sweeps, vacuums, etc...a lot...and bellows at 230AM...a lot...i am the only one who notices...or hears...in theory...and so after weeks of this i find myself finding it difficult to distinguish the line between daily life...and r.e.m...and so I am sleepwalking...which in a warped alternative universe should be a goldmine for creative juices and writing and such...but instead of poems of epic proportion i concoct shopping lists...and spend free time watching the guity pleasures on the dvr...the sunday jackpot...and so as i picture myself a somewhat older alicia florrick...lustrous chestnut julianna margulies-maned...killer career...enviable wardrobe...i fear that i am more bug-eyed carrie mathison...running on fumes...and a good chardonnay...and the good stuff nucky thompson bootlegs...as i wait for that insulin to work...and to sleep...again...