not the game... although that game was rather fun for a while.
the lame-o psych tech guy still hasn't activated the 2nd ethernet port in the lab, so again, for the 3rd or 4th day in a row, i can't do what I came into work to do! I went by his room to bother him AGAIN, but he's on the phone. I hate to say it, but this man scares me, he can have this evil look that just makes me want to shrink. I try not to talk to him to much. I also think he's nicer to me when I wear less makeup. Ervy thinks I should do actual empirical research on this hunch.... perhaps, but it feels too nerdy in that psych research way.
Last night Fu, Paulie, Ervy, Adam, and I played poker. Ervy and I lost our money to Fuson... wait for it... wait for it... OOOH FUSON! there. I said it.
I brought my new scarf for skye to play with. When we left, I realized that the entire scarf smelled like cat saliva *ewww*, so I went home and washed it. Skye is really funny with the tent I made her. She likes to throw things into the tent (like a wad of paper or a krinkly ball) and trap it there, pouncing on it every once in a while. She seems like a real hunter now.
okay, gonna check again if mr I.T. off the stinkin' phone.
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