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.