Only the why answers how; but why?

I can't believe we're getting two more cats. I can't believe it. At least these two are supposed to be big and fat and floppy and quiet; the kind we've been looking for all these years. Their names are Panama and Quinny, although Panama's going to get the nickname Bagpuss because he is. There was some kind of story behind it.

Tash, where are you? I get sad when you're not online. I get sad when I log onto a message board and it tells me you were there one minute ago. I get sad when I don't know if you've read something I've written. I get sad when my blog posts have no comments. I get sad when I think about how hopelessly co-dependant I am. I shouldn't need to hear you saying that you love me every hour of the day. Maybe it would be better if... no. I'm not going to start second-guessing myself again. As soon as my insecurities start acting up the whole cycle's going to begin all over again.

I've got too much work to do. No sleep tonight. I hate procrastination.