It's a law of life that you will run into the one person who makes you feel like shit, when you look like shit. I pretended not to see him, dodged into the stairwell and skipped to the second story two at a time. I ducked into the office, handed over my paperwork, and proceeded to exit the building a different way with haste. Naturally, out of the corner of my eye on my way to the parking garage I saw him walking a few yards behind me. My only hope is that I was too much of a mess to recognize. Some days one shower isn't good enough. Some hours later, in the middle of the afternoon, you just need to dunk your head under water and start over. Wash away the ugliness, the bad feelings, rinse away sloth and bad thoughts. So that's what I did. The Dollander household is an infirmary. Tim got sick, Jackie's sick, even poor little Mackenzie is suffering the energy drain of a cold. I spent the morning there and will have to go back again in just a bit. I'll probably need to detox myself when I get back. This is the worst time to get sick; anchor tapings tomorrow, finals, surgery coming up...I ought to pick up some orange juice on my way home. Dina moves out in about two weeks. Still looking for a replacement. Getting nervous. Travis has a friend who might be interested. I'll breathe easy when we shake hands on it. Carrie