So, yeah. Resist, resist, resist. I don't even want it, but I'm resisting anyway.
In other news, my cat was fine at lunchtime. She was sitting at the door and waiting for me, as usual. (She's the most dog-like cat I've ever met.) She acted normally, so I'm happy.
And finally, in lighter news (that's punny! You'll see!), my damned desk-neighbor is still passing gas very loudly. It's gross and I want to beat him with something. I finally complained to my boss, and she forwarded my letter to HR. Hopefully I'll get my desk moved... and if nothing else, at least a lot of people are laughing at this guy behind his back now. (It's too bad I take such glee in that, as I used to like the guy... back before I had to sit next to him and knew about his personal problems.)
He comes in at 8:30 in the morning, and starts farting then. (I hate the word 'farting', but 'passing gas' doesn't convey just how gross it is to have to hear that noise (usually long, wet ones) for eight or nine hours straight.) My mother suggested I leave a bottle of Beano on his desk. I'd rather beat him with something.
He's done it five times in the time it has taken me to make this post. YUCK!