So, it's 9:45 at night, and I'm sitting here typing away on Wattpad. I really need a life, if that's all I have to do. Acually, no. I've got a lot to do, but it is far too cold in my house to get out from under the covers, thus, I have nothing to do. It is way too cold to be the middle of May. Can it be summer yet?
I'm texting a friend who I haven't really talked to for a while, but I need to got bed soon.
I'm really tired because I worked all day. I love my job, ( How many eighteen year olds have a full time job?) , but keepng a bunch of cats from murdering each other is a lot of work. Cleaning up after a bunch of cats is even harder. I think I've got it easy, though. I've got a job that's mostly indoors, with air conditioning, and heat, and I'm not crammed in a kitchen at the back of the local McDonalds with everybody else all day. Thats kind of nice.
My cat is wearing a sweater. That's wierd. Its got christmas trees on it. Right. Anyway...
My dog is...interesting...to say it nicely. She sleeps with her head under the covers, and her butt sticking out. What?
Well, I guess that's it for tonight. Later.
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Life
Non-FictionI don't really know where to start, but I guess I just need a way to practice my typing, so here goes... This is my journal.
