a battlefield for my heart

It wasn't especially early, but it still felt early if you had been up late, which Angela had.

Sadly, cats can't read clocks, and Min was making little 'Please remember I exist and feed me now' meaows. Angela stumbled out of bed to feed the cata nd start the coffeepot.

And then she sat on the edge of the bed and just kind of looked at Marty, who had dropped by only moments before she had fallen asleep. She could go back to bed, or she could wake him up. Hmmm.

Martin is back, and I seem to have inherited his cat.

I think I'm calling her Minerva. Goddess of wisdom and war, plus she just *looks* like a Min. Rory made me think of it by suggesting Loki, which got me looking at goddess names.

I'm not even going to talk about what else happened in Study Hall, other than to say that my decision to never go near the cafeteria has been validated yet again.

I'm so happy to have him here again. Even with the singing. I just need to find a way to tell him about Saturday in the library.

Had my first ethics class today. Ms. MacClay -- Tara -- she wasn't kidding about liking to challenge people. And I dropped some stuff right in front of Angelus.

Maybe he'll think it's funny?

I just ... I can't keep thinking about that. It will make me crazy.

(Is there a difference between me eating a steak and Angelus eating me? Other than that I don't want to be eaten ... but I doubt the cow does, either. Must research vegetarianism.)