Confounded Accusations

i've been making some little comics lately. I've made three. They're like 10 panels each. Mostly funny stuff. I need to get a scanner and post them here. My drawings are really bad but kind of funny. I drew a cat standing next to this guy and it's so bad that i laughed for a minute straight. At least. Maybe fifty percent of the humor is in the art. It's subtle. It's actually kind of funny that I called my drawings art. Do you know that silly stuff that people make, little pictures using the keyboard? It's like that but with less detail.
The first one is about auto-fellatio. The second is on comunity service and in the third the second character gets dumped by his girlfriend. Heavy stuff.
Zelly has a cold. Well, she's getting over a cold. Now I think that I might be getting that cold. No, i think that maybe I was going to get it but now I'm getting better. that's about right.
Work is really, really busy. It's all cold and crappy here in S.R so every bum needs to get off the street and dude, bums are messy and people come in for some shit to do since they can't muck about outside in the garden or whatever. It's busy. Whatever though, it's about time.
Oh ya, i got "counciled" by my boss yesterday. Dig this, ok we close at six on all the days I work. I work downstairs and come up to the main floor every night at 5:59, maybe 5:58 sometimes. That's the truth. me and my coworker dude, Wade fuck around on the WWW for usually the last 15 minutes or so. Ok, so they had a librarian meeting yesterday right? The topic of getting patrons to exit the building at closing came up. They like to mill around, you know gather shit up, photo-copy crap, you know, before leaving. It usually takes ten minutes, maybe five to clear the building. The reason for this? it's because me and Wade are up there and they confuse us for patrons and thus hang around longer... that's a boring story, i have to go. Zelly is calling...

Well I got passed over for a promotion at work. I put in for a job at the Rincon valley branch which is maybe, two minutes via bike from my launch pad. Man. I'm all bummed. I wanted the job and all but mostly i feel like they don't like me now or that they don't view me as capable. I think that maybe I need to take this as a lesson and start working toward improving my work rate. That's how i calculate worth. It's a ratio between how much you work and how much time you don't work. Actual time spent working. Right now mine isn't that great but I am very productive. Mostly through experience. I should prolly combine that experience with a superior rate of work. Easy to say, hard to do. I still feel like a loser.
What else? We've had some kittens staying at our house. They are nice and all gone except for one. We started with four. A gray one, a black one, siamese one and a white one. The siamese is the soul survivor. I have named her Bacon. Bacon is sitting on my arm right now. Here is the story. My sister in law Minerva found the little cats in the Safeway in Bennet Valley's parking lot. That's over by Evil's house. Tristans's place too. Last I heard. Anyway she found the cats but her husband wouldn't let her bring them home so she brought them over here. We already have four cats. It was like a pound for a quick minute but all is back to normal. More or less. We placed the kitties in good homes after having them vacinated and spayed. I'm a nice person. To animals.