Gloomy morning. Suddenly feeling better because of Jack Johnson and his "Banana Pancakes". It brings good memories. I remembered today that I used to hate being in Ottawa. I wanted to come back back back to Europe, nice beautiful interesting old Europe. I had a very good last week and suddenly I want to return to Canada.
I am like a stranded kitty. Whenever someone is nice to me, I feel so surprised, that I immediately fall in love (or at least think so). But I always wander away, because cats are lonesome creatures. Will it be like this forever?
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