I have lost my lunch buddy to a virus. Sad, really. Now others must endure my lunch-disrupting intrsuions due to my lack of a semi-permeable memberane semi-permanent companion. Sorry, guys.

Sunday Morning. I was gently shaken into conciousness by the lowering of my melatonin levels and the purring and meowing of this stupid cat outside my window.

Wait. Outside my window? Our room is found on the second story of the building. It is also adjacent to a back wall about 1.++ meters away. So where could this cat be? It can't be that loud for me to hear it al the way up here. And when I looked out the window, voila! Hello, cat. This wall that I've mentioned is covered with vertically-oriented, painted bamboo shafts. The ends of these shafts are not exactly level with each other. Nevertheless, these ends are somehow level with our room's windows. And the cat was walking on these ends! Beat that, Tyra Banks! But how could the cat have reached this height?

That's when I really woke up. Stupid dream.

But no. It wasn't a dream! I checked the wall and the cat was really there? Again, how could this have happened? A day has passed, consumed by the wretchedly beautiful but required novel. At around 7 I checked for signs of the cat and true enough, it was still friggin' there! I had to tell my roommate and all he said was, "that'll smell after it dies." :'(

Anyway, back to lecture guide. This morning the cat was gone. Amazing. And now it's friggin' back! Ugh.