Goliath came by again.
He came scratching at the backdoor while I was watching Ohio St. get murdered and my heart began to sing. He walked sulkily past me, directly into the kitchen and began to look for some food. I asked him what he wanted, but he just looked at me... I gave him a can of tuna from the pantry and a glass of water. He ate silently and came and watched the game with me for a few minutes. I'm thinking he's not a big sports fan because he got up relatively quickly. I asked him to stay, but he definitely hadn't planned on it. I opened the door and said goodbye, until we meet again.
Then I went to sleep.
That damn Goliath...
I finally cleaned my room...for the most part. I have some stuff that I just don't know what to do with it. Oh twell.
I skipped discussion again this morning. I hate doing it, but 8 AM is really early for a discussion section that I'm not learning anything in...