To be real or not to be Real
I was going to take a break from studying and post a real LJ entry about life and things (first week of grad school and all).. But Ambrose came into my room whining about it's overly itchy back end (to fat to reach certain parts of his body he is) so I decided to use my break to scratch him all over. He seems moderately happier now. At least he's stopped whining.