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I'm still feeling slightly ill and may be getting sick. Today was average, just that "blah" nothingness of routine frustration and boredom that I get into by the middle of the term. Christ, is it week four already? Ain't it about time for the sun to start coming out?

I've been thinking a bit these last few days, since the scholarships started pouring in, about what it means for me to actually go to Japan. The problem with all this ponderance is that I really have no idea what it means. Not an inkling. My life could go in any one direction from this point. And that both frightens and excites me. I've already been more than a little suprised by turnings of events in what little of 2003 has passed. I guess I can still be surprised. I'm ahead of schedule in some places even. Damn, I just don't know what to do with myself.

As you may have gathered, I'm feeling horribly unmotivated; partially from illness, partially from fatigue. I don't have much to say and I'd really rather get to bed than sit here and wistfully dredge my mind for worthwhile material. But I'm not ready to deem my "experiment" a failure yet. Here's a little tidbit from today to keep you entertained while I get my mind in order:

I was sitting in the study with my cat and my boyfriend. Rupert, as usuall, is being a spaz. In a flurry of activity he spooks at nothing and runs halfway across the room before he sits down, embarrassed, and begins to lick his butt. Justin laughs.

He says, "You know, it occurred to me that on catfood commercials they always have cats lick their lips after they eat something really good. Rupert just licked his lips several times after washing his butt. I'm not sure what that tells us about catfood... quite possibly that it doesn't mean the same thing at all when humans lick their lips. Otherwise we've got one messed up cat."

Well, we know Rupert's messed up. (and yes, I also know cats don't have lips per se) The gross part is that I've been trying for weeks now to get Rupert to stop drinking out of the glass of water I keep on the sill by the bedside. So far my scolding and whapping him has been to no avail. Tonight, I break out the spray bottle. No more cat ass flavoring my tapwater, thank you.