You might wonder why I don't just shrug my shoulders and say, "Okay, weirdness. I can live with that, as long as I get paid." I'm not much on giving up. Persistent as hell. That can be a good thing or a bad thing, I suppose.
Paige seemed to think I just forgot how much blood was in the cold room. I know what I know, but no point in dragging her along on my crusade if she doesn't want to be there. She's a terrific assistant; I can't expect more than that.
I still plan to ask
Riley why anyone would possibly steal blood from an infirmary as opposed to drugs, but I don't expect him to give me a straight answer. And believe it or not, I'm okay with that. I think after talking to
Buffy last week, I've finally gotten it through my thick skull that his withholding information is nothing personal against me. He has to. But it never hurts to ask questions.
It'll be time to go on shift pretty soon. Think I'll stop by the mess for a cup of hot chocolate first. I'm in a hot chocolate kind of mood today.