I had a dream that I had to save Rosie. Or she was caught in a dire situation that called for my rescue. But oddly, she had an animated personification – she could speak, plead, everything. I recall feeling heroic and important in her life. I think I love her too much, and the feelings are bordering on non-platonic. That, and thinking about her while I skim through clinical vet journals all day – paired with a Christmas playlist on Pandora – asks for permanent imprinting of Rosie thoughts that turn into nocturnal sleep residue.

It’s totally a great, and yet guilty, feeling when someone remembers your name, but you don’t remember theirs. I just ran into a few people at work that remembered my name, recalling it without effort, but I can’t recall theirs. It’s like they give you a gift, and you take it and run away. And hide away to sulk from the shame.

I discovered the correct elevator/stair shaft for the entrance closest to my work lobby. I seemed to have taken the further one each day and end up having to turn the corner of restaurants and eco-friendly, overpriced restaurants to get to my lobby entrance.

I just read a paragraph on how to relieve a urethral obstruction on a cat, and it was much cuter than imaginable. “…place the cat on its side or back and…”

Last night, I brought an actual gag gift for White Elephant. It was an impressively wrapped shoe box filled with Shin Ramyun, the Underworld 3: Rise of the Lycans, a cheap Redken makeup clutch (the kind that comes as a complimentary gift with, say, a magazine subscription) that looks like it’s made of toxic plastic snake skin, and two chestnuts I found sitting in a pot. It was incredible. My recipient’s (Rodney) less-than-enthused expression, followed by deadpan humor as he tried to “sell” his items, and people holding their stomachs from dying of laughter was priceless. Haha 😉

Today is the “isn’t it ironic” of all days. I ate so much I could barely contain myself (and the many liters of Canada Dry I had to chug in an effort to redeem my team), and openly unzipped my pants in front of everyone, but oddly, my body didn’t hate me this morning. I also took a late-night shower and slept on semi-wet hair, and yet woke up with unaffectedly great hair. I also left my house later than usual, and got to work earlier than usual. It’s a great morning, and hence, it’ll be a great day.