Is it really only Tuesday?

Last night I went out with some friends, to catch the final dress of Hair at the University (free final dresses open to the public are one of my favorite things, since I am too poor to go to theater otherwise). It was an entertaining show, and a good time, right up until I got into my car to go home. At that point, my car decided it was time to stop being a car and start being a lifeless box on wheels.

No power. Ok, the battery was dead, I called AAA and asked for a jump and they sent a tow truck. After a lot of trouble, which the truck guy attributed to his cables being faulty, the car started and I went home.

I pulled into my parking spot, turned off the car, and it promptly went dead again. No dome light, nothing. Attempts to start it again were useless. I even had to lock it manually, since the automatic locks were out.

So this morning I called for another tow truck, and got towed to a shop, where I was told they wouldn't have time to look at it until tomorrow. So I hiked back home, wishing it had happened either earlier or later in the week--we were going to go shopping today, so are pretty low on food things. Also, Theo has a bad cold, so I am trying to get him healthy and not get sick.

So far, this is not my favorite week.

Focus

Why can't I focus? I have always been bad at it, but lately...it's just depressing. I have tons of homework to do, and I have to look for jobs, and write my stupid novel and try to make the previous stupid novel less stupid, AND the house is a mess even though I just cleaned it, WTF.

But no, I do homework for five minutes, then spend half an hour poking at the internet, and trying to find the kitten, who has come back twice since the first day I saw her, and eating some pie, and staring out the window, and OH HEY, THEO IS HOME...

I am not even able to focus on blogging about how I can't focus. Why? Why does this happen? Where is that kitten? What is wrong with me?

Also Theo just grabbed my fingers and made me type this: Jam is tasty.Yum jam!

This will not end well.

Kitten

When Theo opened the door to leave for school this morning, a kitten walked in to the apartment.

She ( I didn't check, but I am just going to go with it) wasn't a tiny baby, but she was still pretty far from grown. I don't know why she was on our porch (we live on the second floor), but she seemed quite pleased to come in. She checked out the apartment, sniffing around and crawling onto shelves and under furniture. She seemed particularly enamored of the office closet.

We aren't allowed to have animals where we live, and I was kind of afraid she would pee on something, so after about ten minutes I took her outside, even though she was adorable and purry and had a fluffy tail. I set her on the porch and tried to do some schoolwork.

Two hours later, I went to water my outdoor plants, and the kitten came back into the house. I figured that if she had been hanging out this long I might as well let her stay a bit longer, and I gave her a bowl of water. She hung around a while longer, doing some more exploring and sitting on my shoulder. The visit was cut a little short when she started making little kitten-puking noises, and I once again evicted her to the porch.

I left a little while later to run some errands. The kitten was sitting on the porch, and she followed me down the stairs and out to the street. I don't know where she went after that--I hope she has a home. She seemed pretty well fed and friendly, but I am fairly tempted to get some cat food to have on hand in case she comes back.