talking in my sleep...

this morning carl asked me if i remembered talking to him last night about the lady upstairs. i did not.

he said he thinks he woke up because he could feel me staring at him.

when he woke up, i told him i wanted him to write a note. he asked me what i wanted the note to say.

he said i wanted the note to say, "thank you for not exercising late at night and early in the morning."

then i stopped.

he asked, "and what else?"

"i'm sleeping," i said.

used dog?

i've been telling carl i want a dog lately. a small poofy guy.

i don't remember what his comment was that led to this, but i said, "no, i can just get a used one."

and he started LAUGHING. and laughing. and laughing.

i had no idea why.

apparently it is not politically correct to call a dog "used" if it has had a previous owner.

i asked if "pre-owned" is a better term, and he said no. and so did kaka. and mr. t. so, i lose.

mr. t's sneeze.

as i was walking back to my office from refilling my water bottle, mr. t sneezed REALLY loudly. i went in his office to make sure he's okay.

"that felt so good," he said. "i sprinkled myself."

the sweet thing carl did for me today...

on instant messenger, i told carl, "brb. time to go make popcorn."

and i walked my happy little butt over to the microwave. when i was about six feet away from the microwave, carl came running (literally) up to the microwave and put his ramen noodles in it.

jack. ass.

after a minute, he did take his food out so that i could microwave my popcorn. amen.

i messed up big time.

a fax came through my fax machine for mr. t. 20 pages. when the 20th page came through, i walked them across the hall to his office. i came back to my own office. another fax came through - 15 more pages regarding the same patient. when the 15th page came through, i walked them across the hall to mr. t and told him it was another fax for the same patient.

his response?

"you messed up big time."

"what?" i asked.

"you didn't keep the pages together. you messed up big time. you need to do better next time."

"i will do better next time. i'm sorry. i'm gonna go close my door and cry in my office for a bit," i said.

"yes, i'm sure you will deal with it," he said. "i'm sure you are pretty traumatized."

so, here i sit. in my office. with the door closed. pretending to cry.