I miss my cat..

My mom ended up bringing him back with her last night. She and Steve came up and took me and Marc out to dinner, and when she left, we decided it would probably be best if Pogo went back with her. He was too freaked out here, and when Marc is all settled after he moves, we'll discuss it again. I miss him like crazy though. It's harder than you would think to part with a pet, for even a little while. I love that cat like a friggin child, so of course I was not a happy person last night. I know it's a better move in the long run, but I'm impatient and selfish. I want my kitty.


The grand plan for this week is to go get my coding books so I can schedule my CCA exam, and finally get a job. In the meantime I need something else. If I have to go work at a Stop N Shop I won't be happy about it, but I need money. I'm broker than broke. It's going to take a little time to master medical coding, so I have no choice but to settle for something I hate. Why can't I work somewhere fun.. like an arcade, or a porn store. Or working at Fenway. Shit, I would do backflips for a job there.

Ok, I'm gonna go master some more guitar hero... or fail miserably.

Word.