And wouldn't you know it, today the chemostat is contaminated! It's oddly fulfilling. I'm not upset in the slightest, almost as if the dream prepared me for this fate. Either that, or the sleep deprivation from looking after my no-longer-cancerous cat is finally getting to me. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
In other news, I stole someone else's milk for my coffee, and I'm not repentant.
I dunno, there's something odd going on today. The air is vibrating funny. Maybe because I'm getting excited about hunting for DnD stuff today before work. Is it wrong to look forward to work? Because strangely enough, I am. It's kind of a fun job, and is for a short enough time a week that I don't seem to get sick of it. This is offically my first whole month of working, although it'll only be my fourth shift. Crazy.
I'm beginning to think that Jye really does have a point when it comes to my RPG games - I always seem to torture my favourite NPCs. You can always tell which one I like best - they are the ones that suffer the most. There's something deeply twisted in that logic, which I'm not sure gives a very good reflection of myself. On the other hand, maybe it gives a more accurate reflection than I would like.
In any case, there is coffee with stolen milk to be drunk...