I’m very tired. For some reason, I’ve been sleeping pretty well though. I guess long days just tire me out. I think I’ll turn in early tonight, and work on my assignments tomorrow.

She loves to watch me play Starcraft, or play hide-and-seek under the bed. She loves to clean herself on my lap, then nap there. She loves her tuna flavoured cat food, and her two mousies (I think I’ll name them Mutius and Quintus, after Titus’ two sons, whom Titus believes were pray to Rome).

I felt troubled this week-end, something that I’m not prone to feeling. I usually feel love or hate, with not much in between. And being one who can expect anything, like two sons killing their father, being troubled troubles me.