so there’s a cat hanging out outside the back door of our apartment. he seems nice. i gave him some food and water and let him hang out inside for a minute but wiry cat has strenuously voiced her disapproval of his presence so i think i might have to give him his outright release. if anybody wants a free, skinny, somewhat dirty male cat with factory stereo, proceed to the laundry-hacienda area of 2237 n kedzie. this is a pain in the ass. all i was trying to do was watch indiana jones in peace. update: john doe the cat wandered off.
also, i filled out a bracket. ICC regulations prevent me from bragging about how awesome my theoretical sweet sixteen is until everybody else is done. but i can say this: actually, i can’t say that. never mind. i will brag about this later.