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.