Stupid cat just scared me halfway to death. I fucking thought the zombie apocalypse was finally upon us when I woke up from my awful night nap and heard this loud scratching at my fire escape window that I so intelligently left wide open. That OR a raccoon which would both be fucking terrifying. But no. It was just Peter, clawing at a raccoon that wasn't being creepy people-handed...he was just chilling outside. That cat drives me fucking insane sometimes.

Anyways, I've not been utilizing my gym membership. Instead I've been eating everything in fucking sight. I am such a fat ass. Tomorrow gym or bust.