sadness, and what to do with saturday

Got the word last night that Kevin had died. :( It was not unexpected -- I think I knew it was going to happen, from the sound of the severity of his injuries, and from the fact that the accident happened ten days ago and we were only now finding out. Still, it was a shock. Spent the evening basically being sad and staring blankly at the TV. Got to bed very late thanks to (gratuitous Buffy reference ahead) vulnerability and bad cat-owning decisions. Slept till almost 2pm, which I'm sure I will regret on Monday morning.

And now I'm at a bit of loose ends, trying to decide what to do today. Torn between vegging out all day, and going out to accomplish some shit. Mom left early this morning for Cuba, so her kitties need lovin', but they probably don't need it just yet. I do need food, and mom left me some milk that I promised to finish off, but I have enough here for the day. Yeah, definitely leaning toward the vegging-out option. I can get shit done tomorrow.

Maybe some day soon I'll even feel motivated to clean up this pig-sty of an apartment. Wouldn't count on it though.