The scenarios are fairly constricted and mostly predictable. The drama is contrived and slightly embarrassing. It mostly runs along the following:

To be honest? I am completely addicted. I'm going to blame it on the total lack of a Greek system here in the wintry tundra that is Upstate New York.

Now that I think about it, the horrible Greek life here is kind of surprising, considering how most of the college activities seem to be centered around beer anyway. It's hard to have any serious outdoor activities (including traveling more than a couple blocks) when it is snowing feet at a time.

Is what I thought to myself one day. Considered for a bit. Would DEFINITELY talk to him, I thought. And then scrolled down a little.

Scrolled down a little further.

I NEED to be distracted. Plus, it is break. Leave me alone, judgmental computer program.

There is something wrong with my cat.

It is 7 pm and he still has this much food left in his bowl.

He gets fed in an hour or so. And does not know the meaning of the words "moderation" or "conserve" or "save some food for later in case my owner abandons me because I am crazy". His food is usually gone within 10 hours of getting it (and he only gets fed every other day). I am a little concerned.

*Update*

He was stuck on a shelf in the linen closet. I am less concerned. Although probably a pretty bad pet owner. I definitely spent an hour drawing a picture of his kibble instead of looking for him.

Survival of the fittest, Babs. It's a good thing you are currently only competing with a cornsnake.