I've been having a good time hanging out with Brittany lately, it really shakes my whole life up in a good way. Even though so far we haven't actually gone out and hit the town, I know we will eventually. That's just the kind of person she is. Though really, while it was great hanging out with her Saturday night after work, I really could have done without having to go help HER FRIEND move. I mean, I was happy to help Laurel move, and I'd be happy to help Brittany move, but if I don't know you it is not cool to have me help you move. Jesus! All we wanted was to pick up Brittany's couches and put them in a storage. That happened at the very end of the day. :( Oh well. Next time we might even get to sleep in.

...My brother is watching TDK again for like the third time in a week. I don't get it. I think this means he's ready for the gym.

The atmosphere in my house is very gloomy. Monday night Eric and Carrie had an argument, and Eric requested that I drive him up to our mom's house so he could think about what he wants to do about their relationship. He wanted to stay up there for at least a week, I think. But then, in the morning, a devastating piece of news was waiting for us: The night before, Carrie found Puka throwing up behind my TV set. She waited through the night with him until she could go to the vet, but before they could help fix the problem, he was gone. Now Haus is wandering our apartment calling for Puka, feeling a little lost I think, and we three have rainclouds over our heads. The doctors said it was because he ate something he shouldn't've eaten, though Eric is shocked at this because he insists that they, as wild cats, have very strong stomachs and can eat almost anything. I feel like if the object were a complicated metal piece or something toxic that it wold still affect him. We don't know any of the details; I think neither of them wants to call the vet to find out because it will be too final.

I was sort of in shock as yesterday moved on, and it hurt a little extra because I haven't had medication to take since two weeks ago. I still can't believe I'll never see that Puka being a hot dog again, or trotting with his Pooh bear in tow, or being a two-headed kitty with Haus... -_- I'll miss him.

On a brighter note, today I had my first outside-of-work visit with Brittany, my friend from work. She's really cute, very stylish, and loads of fun to talk to; all we did this evening was hang out in her room and talk and trade anecdotes and check out pictures and videos on her computer. It's so odd, she actually wants friends as badly as I do and she was the one to suggest we hang out sometime. I'm not used to other people taking the initiative and choosing me for their partner-in-crime, haha! We get along really well, so I'm sure I'll see her again as soon as our schedules allow. Also, my dad randomly gave me $40 today, for absolutely no reason. Things are looking up.