I didn’t sleep well last night, in spite of my physical exhaustion from the bike ride. Throughout the night I found myself having nightmares that involved co-workers that I have a problems with. There’s something eerie about your enemies haunting your dreams. But I made it to work in one piece, after D and I tried to run to Panera for some breakfast. They officially suck because they don’t open till 7.

My meeting with the bosses didn’t answer some of the questions I had, but they seemed to understand my plight and my concerns. I explained the extent of my problem and they agreed to be supportive while I find help. My director asked how long I would be with OUC, and I was honest and told him until I graduated. He understood, so I think things will stay calm here. Regardless, I am going to do my best to do my job and make sure that my private struggles stay out of everyone else’s gossip circles. I won’t be fodder for the masses.

Did I tell you about my 100 dollar cheetah? I own a 100 dollar toy. And it was an accident, really. D and I ran to Uberbot after breakfast so that I could fill my unhappy soul with some PVC love. On the shelf sat a black cheetah. He was cute, and he had a handgun. For some reason, he reminded me of Voodoo. I looked at the prices of the other figures and they all said forty bucks. More expensive than my normal toys, but part of the purchase from that line goes to wildlife conservation. The guy at the register looks a little too pleased that I was buying such a thing. “You know, this is well worth the price, I mean, cause it’s one of 100.”
“Really?” I said, trying to smile beyond the guilt of forty dollars. “I don’t mind about the price. They give to a great cause….”
“So, that’s 98.56” His smile told I’d just been suckered. David cleverly had his back towards me. I knew if I could see his face that I could somehow get out of paying almost one hundred dollars for a fucking toy. He kept his back turned. The cashier grinned at me. I walked out of Uberbot with a black cheetah holding a handgun – #46 of 100. He does look mighty cool on my desk, but a lump in my throat still forms at the thought. That kind of purchase is like taking off a band-aid – sometimes doing it quickly is the only way to keep it from hurting so much.

So here are some observations from this week:
* I really like getting up later – sometimes I wish I could negotiate a later work time
* Voodoo + car ride + wormer = vomitusmaximus – poor guy got sick all night after we took him to the vet for his annual shots. I think there’ s a reason they give you the wormer after the visit.
* Work sounds a lot better through my headphones and Dead Can Dance – I’m taking my “lunch” right now, and keeping my brain deep in DCD happiness.
* My friends seem to like my taste in music
* Care packages both given and received really make the world go around
* Although a longer bike ride may feel easy when you are still on the bike, you should remember that your muscles will hate you in the morning.
* Wild turkeys are fucking HUGE!
* I love David
* David is a bike-addict
* Daytime telly = stupid
* There’s something utterly freeing about having a two-hour lunch with a good friend.
* When the world hands you lemons, you slice those bastards up and put them on the rim of a nice cold glass filled with rum and coke.
* Dr. Pepper actually makes the world go around
* My friends are fantastic and I am ever grateful for their light and laughter.