I invited a cat to eat quiche with me in a little park, but he decided to sulk under a bush instead.

Well then. More quiche for me.

This, of course, was to celebrate my escape from work. What a clusterfuck. The supervisors there couldn't organize a blowjob at a drunken Pride party. More on that another day.

Anyhoo, I ate my eggy pie in the lovely little park near my house and watched several horrifying bugs doing inscrutable things among the grass blades and life was pretty good.