The cats are gone. They'll be back after Thanksgiving break, but they're gone. Apparently one of the Res Life people found out and told one of my housemates that if we had cats, they had to be out by Thanksgiving break because he'd be checking in. They're having these "health and safety inspections" this week, so the cats are at Carolyn's house. I'm not too worried about the inspection - if the cats are gone, I have nothing else to hide that isn't already hidden. Well, there's that bottle of sherry in the kitchen, but that's for cooking and it's way in the back of one of the cabinets. We had our weekly house meeting tonight and discussed stuff. One of my housemates flipped out and started yelling at people, but he sent everyone an apology email. I wasn't really paying attention to that since the TV was on and I get distracted by magic pictures, but he really offended some people. But he apologized, so that's good. Alas... I still miss the cats. It'll be quieter without Dude's constant mewing, and I'll really miss the cuddling. Oh well.
And I just realized there's a benefit to all the confusion and craziness the last few weeks has brought. It'll help my writing, in a way. I now have a bit of experience in certain areas that I always have trouble writing about. So ha!
Hahahaaaaaaaaa, it's 1:37 am and I haven't done anything productive. So I'm going to do some last-minute homework/critiquing, send out the Argo minutes (weeee, I've been slacking horribly again!), scan the chem notes for Thom (I will eventually!), and THEN go to bed. *collapses*