penny's corner. i've really run out of energy. i so tired. i'm glad it's saturday night, only two walks and a bath for mister tomorrow. sometimes i feel like i'm not a good person because i get peevish or angry sad impatient not nice inconsistent. oh and i feel guilty talking about the government criminals, like i'm being bad and they're going to find me and torture me. well that's not guilt that's fear. it's not real, it happens to real dissidents, whistleblowers and such. i'm just a puny little inconsequential blogger mouthing off sometimes for captions to cute animal pictures. 
i think of others but mostly when they're present or something reminds or commands me. that's bad, that means i think of myself too much, and most of that is blank thoughts. cats don't mind. dogs don't mind. i can be blank in human form, long as i'm present in animal form. do they feel the absence of me in reality like i feel absence in nostalgia? 
oh what am i saying.