Keem. I am dying.

Keem is not here so I can't tell her that. I am not actually dying. But I like to tell her that when I am sick. She enjoys it so (well, actually, not really).

I went to work today. I lasted a full hour. Well, actually, only 58 minutes. But it's the thought that counts, right?

Hope you all have a good weekend. I'll be lying in bed, petting Eddy. Keem is gone for the weekend to LaCrosse so Eddy loves me again. But when she returns, I become chopped liver again. Or maybe not chopped liver since I imagine he would like that.