100. Homework.

Not even a single day of attention can be accomplished. She’s like a zombie trying to do all that homework that might not even be due until next week. I am always wondering how come she actually likes this place, full of ghosts and talking portraits. Though I’m glad she chose this place for us, because there won’t be any distractions next year. The boyfriend will leave. It’d be only me against homework assignments; maybe I’ll consider ruining some of those things so she actually does something about my litter box.

It’s just a matter of time until complete reunion.