Basically, that the cat spent too much time in the city keeping up with the hustle and bustle of things and it drove him mad. There was a name for it and I tried to google it but was instead linked to a blog about gays and depression.
Well, as I sit writing this I feel a little bit like our friend Eddy M. Running on too few hours of sleep with 12 long ones of class ahead of me, my eyes are crossing, my fingers can't seem to type and all I want to do is crawl into my bed and rest. Of course, I won't be able to do that for another seven hundred and twenty minutes. Or, 43,200 seconds if you want to get down to the nitty gritty.
Sure, I'm not going off the walls but I definitely feel drained by cities to a certain degree. At least maybe one city in particular (COUGH, cough) but I'm not going to point fingers.
Damn. I'm tired.
