I'm enjoying the home alone thing. Okay. I lie. I am enjoying every part of it except for the going to bed part. When it comes time to go to bed I freak out. Its when I'm lying in bed, and its dark and quiet that I wish I wasn't alone in my apartment. I know there's nothing different about having the tv on and the tv off but it feels different. But I'm just weird that way. Gonna have to start going to bed when the cats are quieter and willing to sleep with me. Hopefully its something I can get used to if I want to live alone next year, but still not sure about that.
Unlike right now when Jack is going bezerk. My gosh he's crazy. But I just finished playing with them. I need to play with them more often. I need to play with Willow more often, I'll start to play with her but then Jack just comes running over and ruins it, earlier he actually stayed away long enough that I could actually get her into the game of bat-at-the-fuzzy-spider-with-the-jingly-legs. I think my neighbors probably hate me. The cats tend to run up and down the hallway. I kinda wonder if they can hear it or not... and if they can then they definetly hate me, cause they always run around at about 2 or 3 am.
Well... I'm off to do something or other. Not tired, I've actually had a few good nights of sleep in the last little while so the string of insommnia filled nights are well overdue.