I’m homeless. It sucks. But thankfully I found this nifty cart in my dorm, which I am pretty sure my friend left for takesys when she left for Florida. If not, then I’ll just bring it back in January. Another good thing after my, oh about 2 mile, hike through the city (with the cart, a backpack, and my hunters on) there was a godsent angel holding the door to the building open for me. This meant that I did not have to sit on the stoop and await a stranger’s arrival to let me in.

Then when I got inside, there was an amazing note from my boyfriend and the building key so I won’t have to stress about how to get in anymore! PLUS a handsome, fat kitty who just wants to be cuddled was on the bed.

I know that this doesn’t make much sense, but I’ve had a pretty rough day and my brain is all jambled. But all of these things remind me that this lousy day isn’t all that lousy after all.