Just another day. It started like just another day. I sat down in front of my black monitor, staring absently into the darkness. I switched it on to be greeted with a loud "mehhh" from my delighting little apple computer. I was in an everlasting cycle. I began with an idea so groundbreaking I nearly cried. I developed an impossible plot. I typed thousands of words for numerous days. Then came the unfortunate yet inescapable ending day. I would plop myself down in my sturdy leather chair, fully ready to transform my thoughts into a miraculous novel. Then I'd break down, realizing how idiotic and impossible my tale really was. My heart would heave, shoulders droop; smile fade like a teenage pop band. It felt as if little roaches had crawled into my arteries and begun to eat away at my hope and unparalleled optimism. That day was an ending day. I eternally gave up that story. I slouched in my chair, sighing deeply. I had a sudden urge for a cat. A cat to cuddle and purr and raise my spirits. But my life was not like the hopeless stories I attempted to finish. No, my life was far from that. I had no cat to miraculously curl up in my lap precisely timed 2 seconds after my deep sigh. All I had was a nauseating roommate deeply motivated to make my life miserable.
"Hey Chancy?" she blurted, busting out of her door on the arm of her equally irritating boyfriend. "We're going out! Be a dear and take care of Mitsy kay?" She smiled sarcastically and pranced out the door.
"Sure! I'm thrilled to! Because I have absolutely no plans on my social schedule this gorgeous Saturday morning!" I called after her.
"Mitsy! You better be inanimate or I'm calling Animal Control!" I screamed toward Monica's door.
I pushed it open furiously, scanning the room with squinted eyes. There was no sign of life. I whistled. Two ears popped up from Monica's bathroom. It was a Chihuahua looking very nervous. I must have scared the little thing, I thought, kneeling down and holding out my hand precariously. It growled and bared its teeth. I stumbled and backed away slowly, hoping to not scare it anymore. Suddenly it yapped viciously and raced towards me. I yelled and crammed myself up onto my desk. The Chihuahua snarled and jumped at my feet.
"MONICA!" I bellowed.