This just ain't right

Lately, I've been thinking that kittens are really cute.

Okay, I've always thought kittens were cute. But in a "aww, that's nice, now where's my dog?" kind of way.

I'm not allowed to have a dog in my apartment. Nor do I have a lifestyle that is suited to single-dog-parenting.

I kind of want a kitten.

I hate litter boxes. Even clean ones. But I'm not the cleanest person.

The last cat I had was crazy. He broke things and literally climbed the walls.

I don't think animals should sit on furniture. I don't know how to train cats to stay off the furniture.

Kittens grow up to be cats. I don't think cats are cute. Except, sometimes, they are. When they're little and slinky. But not when they're big and furry.

Does this city just turn people into cat people? Because it seems like everyone has one.

Someone, please talk some sense into me. Someone tell me why dog people shouldn't adopt kittens.

Confusion

I wish Mary would quit telling me she doesn't want me to leave Akron.

I wish my friends in Akron weren't so awesome.

I wish I wasn't such a Mama's girl. And that my sister wasn't my sounding board, my voice of reason, and my comfort food hook-up.

I want a PhD. But I don't want to leave. I love it here.

p.s. I don't really wish any of these things. I just hate making decisions.

I'm standing at the edge

Well, I wrapped up fall semester yesterday. Turned in my last minute projects, student grades, and held office hours from 12-2 so my students could pick up their portfolios. I am done.

This should make me very happy, as I've been anticipating it for days, no, weeks. But this is what happens when I find myself with a multitude of free-time. I become paralyzed with the possibilities. What to do first? What to put off? Where do I begin? Should I start off being practical--catch up on laundry, go to the grocery store? or should I start with the good stuff--bury my head in a book, write five new poems that have absolutely no point and no place in my thesis? I can't decide, and so I find myself piddling around doing nothing... which is very, very dangerous.

Anyone else feel like this at the end of a semester?