There's a party in about a week or so, huh?
If I have to spike the punch at this one, I'm going to be very disappointed in my fellow students. It is St. Patrick's Day, after all.
And it's starting to warm up a bit, so Zozma's been pawing at windows, wanting to go outside. I keep telling her that it's not safe, what with the Chinese restaurant wanting to cook her, but cats don't listen to anyone.
Speaking of which, Ildon, I did take her to the vet. Zozma'd laugh his ass off if he knew his namesake was a 7-month-old girl.
....Though maybe I'll stay in for the party. He's going to be there, and...
'Hime's right, and I really should be smoothing things out, but... It's tough, knowing that this one doesn't know me well enough and will turn on me like a poorly socialized animal. And it's really just too stressful. Too much of a reminder. I mean, it's not safe for me in any case, and what happens when he decides he's too pissed and calls the other one into this? It's better if I don't let myself get too close or comfortable. We might have been friends-- both before and here--, but there's too much at stake here. It's dangerous regardless.
Even so.
Responsible decisions suck ass. But I'll avoid him, this time. No use chasing a wild dog.