OK, I remembered what I was going to say.
I should've had a cat when I was younger. Specifically, when I was in 4th grade. We had just moved to Connecticut and I became an 8-year-old insomniac. I couldn't fall asleep. I would stay up and read. I would lie in bed and toss and turn. I would listen to the radio for 2 hours until it automatically shut off. It would be late and I would be the only one awake, but sometimes I felt a bit lonely. So I would get up and go to the bathroom, flush the toilet and run the water in the hopes of waking up someone else. Sometimes it worked.
That's why a cat would've been great. There's just something really comforting about having Colin with me. And even when I get up randomly in the middle of the night, he'll trot into the bathroom with me, even though he doesn't need his litter box. He really can be a sweetie, when he's not trying to kill me.
Current song in my head:
"I'll Be There For You" by the Rembrandts (damn you, Friends finale!)