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I was just attacked by a squirrel.

I was at Mozarts, and there was a cute squirrel dirt-bathing in a nearby planter. I got out a piece of walnut, and held it out. Sure enough, the squirrel approached cautiously, took the nut, and proceeded to do the adorable, patented, "squirrel eating nut beneath bushy tail" routine.

That's when the horror began.

The squirrel, intrigued by this considerate new food source, decided to investigate more closely. Leaping to my table, it quickly homed in to the smell of the remaining walnut in my hand. It jumped over my laptop, landed in my lap, scrabbled up my arm, and tried to steal my nut. My impotent flailing narrowly prevented theft of the nut, but earned me a painful bite! I was then forced to shoo my assailant off of the table, which took substantially more intimidation than one would guess.

Brief research online suggests that getting rabies from a squirrel is pretty unlikely, and getting shots is only advised if the squirrel is clearly behaving strangely.

In this case, I asked for it.

Welcome to Scott's Self-Pity Week! Having just gotten dumped by his girlfriend of four years, Scott will spend this week wallowing in depression, watching horrible relationship movies, listening to Tori Amos and generally feeling sorry for himself! Let's get to the bottom of this hole as soon as possible so we can start moving the other way.

It's going to rock!

Sunday is already off to a good start, with both weather and general circumstance conspiring to assist! It's been cold, pissy, and grey outside for several days now, a perfect setting for our last late-Valentine's Day-and-fourth-anniversary dinner, the last time I'm expecting to have contact with her for some time. In addition, not only do I have a fever from some kind of stomach virus, but almost every muscle in my body is sore from the First Road of Shao-lin Ground Monkey, a form taught by Grand Master Sin that involves a lot of hurling oneself onto the floor from a standing position for no apparent reason. In addition, I've been able to thoroughly re-enforce my black mood and hardened outlook on life by watching Sin City, which at this point seems like one of the best movies I've ever seen. All the vicarious violence and cynacism doesn't hurt much, either. At least, it doesn't hurt me. Many of the characters in the story would feel differently. At least, they would if they were still alive.

I've always been a sucker for love stories with awful endings.

Which brings up to plans for tomorrow! Although I expect a brief respite from misery and woe while watching the Sex Workers Art Show at the Texas Union down on campus (something, we'll note, that would NOT have been held on campus at A&M), I intend to jump right back into the thick of things with Leaving Las Vegas, one of my *other* most favorite love stories of all time! In addition I'll spend time badmouthing my ex to myself, refusing to take any responsibility for whatever I did to contribute to the "failure" of our relationship, and maybe writing something profoundly negative about love for submission to the Voluptuaries, a writing group I just joined.

Stay tuned for more crap later this week!