Writing Again

Someone complained that I don't write enough in my blog. He remarked that it is a very good procrastination tool and he's right because I should be studying for my test today but I can't concentrate. So I blogged.

I got to spend this weekend alone again, with the apartment all to myself. That was nice. Romain didn't feed the cats before he left this morning, meaning they flipped out at me. That boy is so frustrating. And rude. Grr.

The weather has been fairly crappy lately and doesn't look to be improving until Friday, which is fortunate for my mother because that's when she'll be arriving.

I had a dream about one of those giant warehouse stores like Costco. Me and the others at the institute were being taken on a tour. I think it means I miss America. Oh well. 32 days.