It's too cold to sleep without a second warm body due to drafts in this apartment, and Ray left an hour ago for work.

Today's my last day before heading back to work after having been admitted to the hospital. I'm still a little trepidacious about going back to work. It's only counter, and it's only a couple of hours, but I'm still going from minimal social contact to constant social contact. It's also holiday rush at the mall. There's also the matter of what the feck to eat, since what I have been eating doesn't seem to have done me much good.

*glares at now absent gallbladder*


All in all, I think I just don't want to go back to work. I need a new job.