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I'm not sure if I can handle the next 1 1/2 hours.

We have a couple of new roomates, Lucy and George, Olivia's cats. I thought that I let them out on accident because the door was ajar, so I searched the rest of the house and didn't find them, turns out they were safely in the closet the whole time, but was freaking out a minute there.

Valet parking guy #1 is back, perhaps cuter guy was just filling in, bummer, he smiled whereas cute guy #1 notices not my existence.

Do I have a purpose in life? I know some seem to think my purpose is to hook them up with my attractive friends and that purpose gets old after a while. I should work on finding a more fulfilling purpose...