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So it gets rough when I’m bored and a little lonely and what do I do? Torture myself by looking at the Champaign County Humane Society’s website and look at adoptable pets. They’re so cute and I think hey I could have one of those. It’s a horrible idea. But then Matt comes home and I forget all about having a pet. But still if you’re really bored just look up “puppy” on you tube. THAT is a great idea.

I talk to my mom today and we discussed pets. She did admit that she missed having a cat to curl up on her lap and my heart went out to her it really did. I totally understand. When I was growing up we had first a cat that was all white, one green eye and one blue eye, his name was Monster. Best cat in the world, if you cried he would find you and consol as best a cat could. Then when I was young we got two more cats, a black one and a tabby. Blackie (creative names by children!) and Flipper. Both girls were delightful. Blackie was fat and comfortable. Flipper was a little wild until she was old and the only one left, then she really chilled out. I miss having a pet. Dogs are a lot of work but I bet I could handle one if it had the right attitude. Which is always a gamble. But a cat is so easy to handle. You can even leave them alone for a day or two and they’d be fine. * sigh * I guess what I’m saying is… even though I shouldn’t and I’m not any time soon… I want a kitty. Ideally I want a grey cat with blue eyes and I’d name him something hilarious. Like shmoopy or Carl.

In other news, Futurama is a great show. I really wish I had all the dvd’s or something. It’s much more clever than most shows.

What did I do this weekend? Well I went to a Dinosaur party which apparently means hipster kids tape cardboard to their hoodies. That’s a dinosaur? I guess. Except one fellow was dressed like Dr. Grant from Jurassic Park. That’s was perfect. Friday was spent mostly at home and then to a bar. This weekend at U of I was mom’s weekend. Which is when mom’s come down and act young for a weekend. So there were moms at the bar. Which is both weird and splendid.

I talked to Jeff on the phone. He’s great and fantastic. He’s gonna stay with us for a couple of days. I hope he’ll be okay here.

Also I think I’ve got tonsillitis. Self diagnosed, of course.