I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.

Gosh, I love John Cage's way of thinking.

I was originally thinking of not writing anything tonight, but seeing as how I found myself twiddling my thumbs with nothing to do and nobody to talk to, I figured I might as well write something.

Uhh...hmm...

Well, today my cat was able to sneak into my clothes drawer. I was about to take a shower and I opened the drawer to get a shirt. My cat, who was on my bed at the time, decided to see what was going on. It put its paw on the edge of the drawer door. I thought to myself, "Oh, this would make a nice picture. I should get my camera." But, it looked like my cat was about to fall off, so, being the intelligent young man I am, I opened the drawer a bit more. As soon as I got my camera, my cat had already begun to tunnel its way through my clothes to the back of the drawer. It somehow made its way to the drawer below it, so I had to take out the drawer I had originally opened. After taking a few pictures, I tried to get it out, but it just pimp smacked my hand with its paw. And I was like, "Oh snap! This cat don't take no for an answer." So I just took my shower and when I came out, it was gone.