Should have saved the last title for this one

I think this house is cursed. Why you ask? Because it's official, my toe is broken. And it hurts like a mother. It's all purple and black and yellow and stuff, and I don't even like St. Louis. (bah dum tsh!)

Ate brunch with my family and the Roccasalvas today. Frank asked me about school at one point, and I think I went on a 20 minute spree about Minnesota's tuition laws and how they're dropping the ball. It kind of freaked him out. But it makes sense, the man hasn't had a real conversation with me since we first met... when I was 12... and still pretty apathetic about politics (though I did love Bill Clinton).

We had to put an e-collar on the cat today so he'd stop licking himself. He kept bumping into the piano. Despite the fact that it was the saddest and most pathetic thing I've ever seen, Pop and I couldn't stop laughing. And then the dog went over and stuck her head inside the cone. I couldn't contain myself. Leave it to me to laugh at a dying cat.