As I was driving up the hill on my way home tonight, I saw what I thought was someone's fast food trash in the middle of the street. But in the seconds it took me to get closer I realized it was 3 white kittens hunched frozen in the middle of the road. I stopped and it took them forever to get out of the road. I didn't know what to do 'cause i didn't want them to get hit, so I went home and got a box and went back to where I'd found them. They were too shy and after nearly 30 minutes I gave up becuase I kept almost being hit by cars. I can't stop thinking about them though. Blue wasn't even that small when we got her. I'm going back at 7 tomorrow morning to check on them.

Today is Ellen's birthday. I need to find a way to be 21 so I can go out with her. I want to celebrate her and Louise's birthdays before I lose hope for my own. Does anyone else feel really sad for their birthday? It's like I know what I want to do, have, whatever but I'm so afraid it'll fail that I'd rather do nothing and be mopey. Lame isn't it? So far my plan has gone from a party of sorts to going out to eat all day alone around Emeryville or something.

boo i hope the kittens are alright.