It's April 2nd and my beautiful kitten is sitting on the window looking out at people at they walk by. I love her.

On a less happy note, my beloved python Bentley has now been missing from his tank for a week. I have searched the entire apartment, and cannot find him anywhere. Why would he want to leave me? I took care of him and I was always so nice to him. It hurts my feelings to know that he was no longer happy enough in his cozy little cave, so he decided to brave the dangers of the Michigan frontier in April. That little fucker.

I start my new job tomorrow. 8am-5pm Monday thru Friday. Fun stuff. At least I'll have the weekends off right?