The Hulk is on. It's .. pretty much the best televison show ever.
I feel like shit. A conversation would be nice, but it's useless to even try to talk to someone when they don't talk back. I'm home alone until mom and Rich get home around nine, so it's just going to be me and Potter. Atually, it's going to be me and Potter most of the weekend with random cameos by the lovely Mylan. That's rather depressing.
It's really cold. The cat's purring really loudly. I wish he wasn't mine.. Someone else would appreciate him far more than I do.
I don't know why, but I'm crying.