Thanks, Burger King

I really meant to write, but I’m just staring at the ad at the top of my page for buy one, get one free Whoppers at Burger King. I wasn’t particularly hungry before, but now I’m all like “Damn. A burger sounds good.”
I’m trying to push through it, though.
I’ve had a pretty solid couple of days, what with karaoke at the bar and hanging out with friends and such. Plus, it’s snowing and I don’t have anywhere to go, so that’s good. I do enjoy the snow, it’s just a problem when I have things to do that are non-mandatory. We’re not supposed to get any significant accumulation, and I hope it stays that way until after I’m done with this semester. Then it can snow all it likes, and I can just load up on supplies and look at how pretty it is outside and laugh at the poor suckers who have to go out in it.
So I have a cat, which is weird because I hate cats a lot. Like, two lots, maybe. He’s been here for like two months, and we get along okay now. He was my brother-in-law’s cat, actually, but he has been getting more and more upset as they spawn more children. So he tried to take a leak on their new baby, and so he had to go. When they called and said that if I didn’t take him he’d go to the shelter, I felt some sort of obligation to accept my new feline roommate.
He’s all right, for a cat. And that’s all I’m going to say about it, because I don’t want to be a “Let me tell you about my cat!” person.
Well, that’s it. This is a really sub-par entry, but I blame Whoppers.