Clarification: I'm not with either of them. Not E, not D. I should get a life.

Instead I'm watching one of my cats wash her face. She licks her paws then rubs them all over her tiny face, now she rolls all over the floor. I wish I were her. I wish I didn't have to get back in my car and go back to school. I wish I didn't have to fight for a parking spot, then spend the rest of the afternoon pretending to be interested in some 28 year old TA's blathering about composition that I learned in high school. So to thwart her serious "portfolio" assignment for the semester in which we are to write over seven arguments on the same subject, I will be writing on the existence of alien life. Not an entirely UN-serious topic. Its just not "should abortion be legalized?" or the rest of the crap topics that my juvenile classmates are coming up with. They're going to think I'm weird and I don't give a shit. I'd rather be home curled up on the couch taking a six hour nap anyway.