Key:

Pancho sent me flowers at work on Friday for no good reason, other than the fact that he loves me so very much and is the Best Boyfriend Ever.

Im only half way through the third season of Sex and the City, which means I've seen a ton and still have a ton to go!

Not Key:

My desk is situated in a corner of our building that sees about 47 hours of sunlight per day and is also surrounded by windows that tend to magnify the heat from the sun, frying any and all plant life attempting to exist in the area. Including my beautiful pink roses.

Cats that are in heat. In my apartment. Presenting themselves shamelessly to me, Pancho, the laundry basket, the couch, corners in the walls, and any and every un-suspecting animate or inanimate object around.

Least Key:

The Plague. Over the weekend I came down with what felt like three days worth of food poisoning and/or the most uncalled-for, hellacious hang-over ever. I will spare you the unspeakable details. Suffice to say it was miserable and at one point I think I stopped wanting to live through it. So I gave it to Pancho.


The End.