Wake Up Kitty

My tooth is still killing me. I went to the dentist but he said my teeth are fine. It's time we go to the doctor, my brother says. "We" means you! My brother doesn't like to visit doctors. He stays far away from them. I don't like doctors either. Been there too often, spent most of my life waiting there.. in the waiting room, undressed till a doctor found some time (often after hours) to look 10 secs at me.. waiting for a result (it never came). I don't trust them. The good news is that my doctor doesn't like me either. So we both try not to meet that much. Now I have to go. I can't find any alcohol left over to kill the nerve pains banging in my head and ear and whole face. Not that it works.. but at least drinking is better as doing nothing. The doctor can't find a thing after not examining me and tells me to go back to the dentist. So back to the dentist it is. The dentist is astonished I have so much pain. I think he is getting old. He saw me a...

Granny is not eating every day of the week. She is already doing that the biggest part of her live. My brother can't do that. So thanks to granny he became that great, but also fast cooking, cook. It fascinates me that she is not eating everyday. It must be great if you can do that. You save yourself not only extra calories but also the stress of shopping plus you save time. Once I saw a interview with a guy who never ate. That was very fascinating too. You wonder why people have hunger strikes if you can do without food for such a long time. This guy was very slim but not really puny. Also he was very active. Only once a year he was eating. Then he bought biscuit rusk and marmalade. Both of a A-brand. I was surprised by the modern way he furnished his house and the gigantic, expensive t.v. and stereo set. He loved to turn on the music loud and dance. The guy was about 60 years (they did not tell how often he needed to go to the toilet but I am sure he didn't need that much toi...

I have a terrible toothache. Already visited the dentist but he said my teeth are great (might be there is something wrong with his eyes) . My brother thinks this is a fine moment to teach me how to use Gimp. He is already working with that photoshop program and it's great. Well... according to him it is. After practicing on my pics (how come my face looks like an ugly jelly pudding at one of them?) he helped out all his friends. Even his so-called-best-friend, the guy with the flower name. Although we both already find his pictures funny enough and laughed about it for days. So now it's my turn to learn it. I tell my brother it's a waste of time to show me, since it's just not my thing. But he says it's good for me to do something. I will feel less pain and I can't sleep anyway. So Gimp it is. First I have to install the program. Just once is not enough since I have one with a strange language. After that he gives me the same picture as he has to work with. I...