i wish vacation was longer... work just seems to be looming ever closer - school even seems a relief when i think of all the proofing i'm going to have to do..
i think the old woman who sits next to me at work is trying to kill me...
surely, but slowly - or maybe poison by chocolate...
or, as there are always other possibilities, she thinks of me like her dog [gopher] - and the repeated 'good girl' with the *pat of the head* is indication of my being a pet...