What would be the title of this new chapter?

Well, he's here.

My roommate and his dog. My cat is living in my bedroom, mostly under my bed, and life is now new.

Can't say it is the worst thing. Last night, when I pulled up in the drive after a long night of work, all of the lights were on, and I was excited that someone was still up, and we could talk. Turned out though, he went to the bar, and just left the lights on. However, the excitment of being able to talk with someone, or someone possibly being there is what matters.

Plus, he has SO MANY DVDs that my mouth waters. So many great movies. Plenty that I haven't seen, and am now going to spend many a day watching.

I do feel bad for my cat. I let him out every now and then, but it must suck, having the run of the house, and then banished. I can tell something is up, because last night he slept nearly the whole night in the bed with me, which he normally does not do.

I think I made up with my castmate. I went to an audition today, and the address was kooky, and I got lost, and I was wandering around, when she beeped her horn at me. I saw it was her, and she pointed me in the right direction. Later, after my audition, I called her and told her she was a saviour. We had a pleasant conversation, which makes me think both of us just feel it is better to forget and forgive, and never drink together again.

So, onward and all good. Life is going to be different.