It’s Wednesday.  Four days since I was abandoned to fend for myself, left alone with no food, no entertainment, and no companionship save a half-crazy cat.  Yet I am somehow managing to get by, a testament to my strong will to survive.  Last night, weak from hunger, I barely managed to drag myself down to the Brooksider, where a kind young lady quickly recognized my desperate plight and rushed me a plate of chicken soft tacos.  Rejuvenated by this small amount of nourishment, I made it back home for another lonely night on the couch watching TV with the cat.  We watched The Thaw, which was a thoroughly engaging documentary on global warming.  Or, it may have been a mindless horror film.  It passed the evening, whatever the case.