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I have a cat. Her name is Audrey. She's a fan of the History Channel and the doo-wop group the Flamingos. Also is fascinated by the heater; she's been sitting in front of it, I think getting warm and listening to the noise. She also loves the generations of cat smells from my old hand-me-down furniture. And she talks frequently. I may be pretentious and give her a last name; I'm leaning towards Van Horn, just because it sounds like an actress from the 1930s.

So Saturday night was a rather retarded evening on my part, because I didn't forsee getting the hangover I ended up with. Wasn't the worst I've had or anything, but a hangover is still a hangover. But it was a good time, as most of them are. Way too busy for me, though. Lot of neckbeards.

Class tomorrow, and I'm not terribly thrilled. Music will be fun, Acting will be either entertainingly strange or just a waste of time. All in all, I'd rather stay home with the cat.

Got my MP3 player working, to my surprise. The world is a lot more interesting when there's music...even if, you know, it plays ten songs in a row that aren't good for thinking clearly. It's still nice, if only because the train ride isn't nearly as dreary.

So hey, I'm done. The cat's calming to have around. How interesting.

Later.