It's always hard to come back to work after being on vacation. I took off a week starting before Thanksgiving, so with the days off for the holiday, ends up being quite a nice break. I hate coming back and having to sift through a ton of emails and try and figure out what's going on. Being not here also reminds you of how depressing 'here' is. Once again I'm back in my cubicle with no natural light or views. I feel like veal.

I think my cat has a cold. He makes it a point to come running into whatever room I'm in and climb on me to sneeze. All last night while I was trying to sleep, he'd come up on the bed and come up to my face and then sneeze on me. Then he'd wipe his face on mine. Bastard.

Well my medical adventures are over. At least for the time being, anyway. Timir is done with his worm medicine and we don't have to put the eye gel in anymore. We're both happy about that.

I went to Subway for lunch and as I was pulling out of the parking lot, a woman crossed in front of me wearing green flip-flops, jeans rolled up to her knees and a pink belly shirt. She had a good body and all, but she was clearly on the far side of 40. I was totally thinking how age-innapropriate the outfit was and I must've made a face or something because she turned to me and said, "Yeah, I know it's a great outfit." So leaned out of the car and made a growling noise. I was completly shocked that she knew what I was thinking. And if she knew she looked odd, why go out of the house like that?