You know what? Writing papers for philosophy classes sucks. This paper was due Wednesday and I just didn't do it. I probably could have, but I just felt so shitty that I just didn't. I was supposed to get home around 9ish tuesday night; it ended up being closer to midnight.

People came and put in a new toilet on wednesday. We needed a place to stash the kittens to avoid the risk of getting found out and evicted. So Mom took them for the night. This is, she was in Cali and wasn't getting home till tuesday night. So Tim picked up me and the kittens and I hung out at the house until mom got home. Her flight was delayed a bit. BLAH!

So. I didn't write my paper.

As it is, I'm gonna be docked a letter grade. But I don't care. As long as I get points, I'll be happy. But I really need to get it done by tomorrow.

It's already past midnight and I'm feeling it. Not fun.

Room mate just left. All I can think about is boyfriends. But it's just me and the kittens.

Best friend and brother came over last night. Oh, it was hella fun. We just sat around talking for a while and I laughed my ass off. It was a nice change of pace.

I WANT THIS TERM TO BE DONE! I'm so freakin' tired! And I'm getting to the point where I just don't care anymore. I NEED this term to be done. I need a BREAK! And I need a job. So I can pay the school. So I can actually take classes in fall. Yeah... That would be good.

You know, I love my kittens. I can't imagine a world where they aren't in it. Just not possible in my mind. The fish is something I feed are stare at while I'm on the computer (and makes funny bubble sounds while I sleep), but the kittens are my love(s).

Mmmm... Silk pajamas... And a fan... You can tell it's almost summer if I'M hot.

OK! FINE! I'LL WRITE THE DAMN PAPER!