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sometimes i love my cat and other times...well i rather she be eaten. i get a lovely wake up call at 6:30 in the morning from my mother screaming the god damn cat has been keeping me up for the past half an hour. well that sucks. don't come crying to me about. why do you think i closed my door? she had been keeping me up all god damn night. welcome to my world. the one night i'm actually exhausted, marshmellow (yes i know i spelled it wrong) decides to keep me up by playing with a plastic bag. i thought cats were suppose to be supiour to a dog's intelligence. i guess not if she is entertained with a frickin plastic bag most of the night. i throw a pillow at her and when she leaves the room, i simply close the door. case closed. not quite. i wasn't so much upset that she kept my mom up, but god did my mom have to wake me up too. my stepdad, for once was on my side, said he didn't hear the cat. which by the way he can hear pretty much anything. go figure. so my mom literally explodes at me, and tells me to get my ass out of bed. so as of right now i'm sitting here, close to twenty minutes before my orginal alarm clock time, 8 o'clock, and typing this. but the funniest thing is she'll most likely apologize for how she yelled at me later. sometimes it feels like i'm just a punching bag for her. yeah she has reason to yell about not doing a load of laundry or emptying the dishwasher, but during the day i don't have the energy. i can't sleep at night. no i don't sleep in much. i wake up at 8 or maybe 9 every morning. that's at the latest. i can't sleep. i don't understand it. i'm tired when i go to bed, yet i can't fall asleep...well i'm going to get ready, zone out for a bit, then go to work. another exciting day at Eckerd Pharmacy. i can't wait.