Sorry for a brief disappearance, I have no terrible life circumstances to call upon, but rather some extraordinarily lovely ones. You may remember I spoke of living in one of my friend's houses for a week because his family is filthy rich? Well, he's out of town studying painting in Paris (refer back to rich family for clarification) and his mom rescued some kittens from a barn next to a den of hungry looking litter of foxes. She then had to go to California to visit her sick brother and decided that she would like to (read: insisted upon, despite several refusals to accept money) pay me what should be considered an inordinate amount of money to play with said kittens for several hours a day. Plus my summer classes, that gave me little time to be checking in.
TL:DR- I was paid a ridiculous sum of money to play with kittens all day, and the ecstasy which results in receiving money for naps with the world's cuddliest kitten, fun fun times playing with their toys, and watching them wrestle, just made me lose my head. I am back now.
The world is a darker place now, and less full of kittens, but that is how it should be.
TL:DR- I was paid a ridiculous sum of money to play with kittens all day, and the ecstasy which results in receiving money for naps with the world's cuddliest kitten, fun fun times playing with their toys, and watching them wrestle, just made me lose my head. I am back now.
The world is a darker place now, and less full of kittens, but that is how it should be.