  The furballs have been domesticated with a speed that seems entirely implausible. Not only do they enjoy human contact, but now they seek it out. They're still not so good at litterbox usage; they use it, but once or twice daily they end up with crap smeared all over their little kitty butts and tails. Kurt and I figure it's to do with the fact that they are long haired cats. It makes me wonder, though, how they ever learn not to poop all over themselves. They look for milk in people's appendages. They nibble and suck on toes, noses, fingers, ears, chins, and any other possible exposed fleshy bits. (Gently, though, they aren't ravening fiends. ) They are entirely too cute to be in real life. I still feel like death kept at a lukewarm temperature. It's bumming me out, but I guess it is the correct season to feel invalid-y - I don't want to go outside, it's too cold. So, I don't feel I'm missing out on the wonders of the great outdoors, I like viewing them from the window, inside, wearing flannel pyjamas. Nothing new on the job front. I'm all right with that, the kittens are fairly full time, and I'd rather spend time with their poopy butts than serve customers in any capacity.
Aaaah, the sweet balm of antisocial behaviour. Had a long talk with Minako last night, she made me feel better about being weird freaky me. I also got to hang out with That Girl on thursday, which was awesome; I had not expected to see her after the amends conversation. I feel pretty lucky. No student loan at the end of this week. We're hoping it will come soon. We're running out of toilet paper again, and like i said before, a person can handle only so much rice.
Kurt got an email from Student Accounts to make reparations right away, and the bills are knocking on our door in a polite but very persistant manner. I need a costume for halloween. All my good ones are in the City. Suggestions are welcome. 
