Dec 19, 2006 14:12
Day 1 (of 21):
The cat wants me dead. He hisses and jumps off the chair at me, trying to claw my face and jugular. He chases me, I hide in the bathroom. I am able to slowly emerge one half hour later while lulling him to sleep with the Italian song I am supposed to be practicing for school. Cat hisses again later and I carry around a plunger as a weapon all night. I sleep in the supply closet.
So basically, I am going to die.