I need to get a life.

Today has just been stupid. Of course my field placement supervisor never called. I got up and went for a jog on the treadmill. I didn't want to but knew that tomorrow and Thursday I have class so there is no way I'll get up early to jog and that would be two more days of laziness. After that I started to feel sick. Migraine, again, and really sick to my stomach. So I took a couple Excedrin and laid around trying not to puke them up. My allergies are killing me so I decided to take a couple Sudafed. Then a little while later I decided it was time to get some reading done so I took a Ritalin. I feel like a junky.

Feeling gross isn't why I need to get a life. I need to get a life because yesterday Jesse and I discovered a mama ghetto cat and her adorable ghetto kittens under our neighbor's back porch. The mama ghetto cat had kittens there last spring and they were also adorable. Who knows what happened to them. I do know our neighbor's are not big fans of cats so I suspected they got rid of them. Anyway, I was surprised to see them because it is pretty late in the year and the kittens are pretty young, probably 5 or 6 weeks old at the most. As far as I can tell, there are three kittens, a gray tabby, an orange tabby and a calico. So freaking cute! A little while ago I could hear a cat crying. I went out on our porch to see if it was Barbaro Garbey. It was ghetto mama and she was sitting out by the neighbor's porch and she was crying and crying and crying. And there weren't any ghetto kittens with her. So now I'm all worried that the ghetto kittens washed away in the big rain storm that came through today. Why am I worried about ghetto kittens? I already told you. I need to get a life.