Act One: Scene Nine

Today (4/17/08) was relatively uneventful.  I rested a lot.  I chatted a little.  I struggled more with my fever.

I finally had a chance to look at photos of my new house that my mom so graciously decorated and photographed for me.  I have realized two things: There is a reason my mom is not a professional decorator or photographer.  I love my girlfriend more than before (I didn't think it was possible, but it's true). 

I also saw my new baby for the first time.  She's a pretty little Chevelle that was abandoned in the woods on the property I purchased.  My uncle cleaned her up already and we're going to be restoring her when I get home.

My mother has been living in my house with frequent visitors.  She said my dog, Berk, is especially happy about the new home.  He enjoys all the land to run around on and spends most of his time in the basement (which is where I will spend a lot of my time as well).  My cat, Marli, has yet to leave the bedroom where she was released from her travel crate.  Apparently she has decided to camp out under the bed until future notice.  Mom has been humoring her, putting her food and water under the bed along with a litter pan.  Eventually she'll get her down to the basement so my room doesn't stink like cat when I go home.  I don't mind much.  Poor Marli is just pissed off at me for deserting her for so long.

I hope Ami doesn't hide under the bed when she comes home.  Could make things difficult.