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My cat, Smokey, is missing. He’s been gone since Monday, and he’s never stayed away for this long before. I’m worried about it, but I’m trying to remain optimistic that he’s okay and he’ll come back. I’ve had him for nearly seven years, so he’s like my baby. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t come back. Well, besides cry.

I had the day off from work today. I got caught up on Lost. All I can say about the finale is oh.my.god. It’s going to kill me to wait for season 6. I can’t believe it’s the last season. What will I do once it’s over? I guess I’ll have to find something else to obsess over.

Today actually turned out to be a rather decent day. I think it got up into the high seventies before it was all over. With all of this rain lately, I’ve been feeling a little mopey and lazy. Rain just makes me want to sleep,. I never would have survived living in Forks. (Twilight reference ;)). Summer will be here before too long, though. It got me thinking about vacation. My mom and Bart have talked a little about what they’re going to do this summer, but I haven’t heard anything concrete so far. I think it would be awesome if they rented a place on the Outer Banks, so we could chill out of the beach and soak up the sun. I doubt they’d go for it, though. Our vacations usually only last a couple of days and consist of some sort of amusement park. I guess that’s better than nothing, though.