Lucky the cat seems to have taken up perminant residence on my bed. He's even learned to move to the side when I get in bed at night.
My aunt comes back to-morrow so I suppose then we'll see where his loyalties lie. He seems to enjoy listening to Hope Sandoval CDs.
I've felt very slugglish the past couple of days. Yet I've been getting stuff done anyway and I'm starting to wonder if that was a mistake. Maybe feeling sluggish is a sign that you're not supposed to do anything.
Yeah, that's it.
I am gonna go and get coffee, though . . .