Tommy was at his desk, complaining about football teams.

He may or may not have been talking to someone else.

After a far, far too long phone conversation with Janet, Tommy sat down at his desk and tried to distract himself.

Not dirty, omg.

Tommy? At his desk. He was watching TV and trying to find some kind of reality programming that didn't make him want to shoot himself in the head.

Tommy was at his desk reading the sports section and muttering about football teams.

Tommy was at his desk.

He looked like a man who was reciting the twelve steps over and over in an effort to make sure he remembered them.

At least he had work for a distraction.

[ooc: wait for OCD Up!]

Tommy was at his desk, smoking a cigarette per usual.

Tommy was at his desk.

After hours of being stuck inside and unable to smoke yesterday, he was cheerfully going through a pack of cigarettes right now.

After spending most of Wednesday... and Thursday... and a good chunk of Friday stuck in the bathroom, Tommy had decided that it really was a good idea not to eat anything with Cox's name on it ever again.

He was currently sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a lot of water.

When Tommy got into the clinic that morning he noticed there was a pan of fudge in the fridge that said 'Property of Dr. Cox. Do not eat.'

Oh yeah. That was going to last.

Tommy threw the sign away and helped himself.

Tommy came in to his clinic shift in a foul mood.

Well, fouler than normal.

The personal ads someone had placed for him? Let's just say Tommy now knew what "hermaphrodite" meant.

Of course this made revenge fairly easy.

As he placed an ad in return, he wondered if Cox knew what "beastiality" meant.