Having a sleepy, warm, snoring cat on your lap makes it difficult to get any writing done. At least she's not lying on my arms this time. Urgh. :)

I've got the first 500 words written. Enjoying Violent Femmes on the player; haven't listened to this for awhile.

Wrote some email venting/explaining things, felt better afterwards, even though it won't get opened until later, and I'd kinda like someone around to talk to now. Life is stupid.

Maybe I'll make some phone calls before it gets really late. I can never seem to remember Ben's phone number, no matter how many times I dial it. Weird. :)