Sunday: Listening to the Fabulous Feline's account of Tom and him moving his furniture.

Monday. Sitting next to Tom during a whole long boring meeting. Trying to make jokes to each other to make time go by quicker.

Tuesday: Lunch with Tom, just the both of us. Talking about the stress we inflict upon ourselves. (And the lady behind us who was discussing cats dissection on the phone.)

Wednesday: Sitting next to Tom during a very friendly meeting in which we were all trying to entertain each other. (No advisor at the meeting. He's in Europe. I'm jealous.)

Thursday: Once again, lunch with Tom, just the both of us. Talking about traveling and family roots. (And the guy who left the lab but is writing a paper with me, which is starting to be a real pain in the butt. The situation, mind you, not the paper nor the guy. Yet.)

Thursday night: dreaming of Tom. (Not sexually. Just a weird dream in which he was the main character. Together with a sea lion. Shuddup.) How could that possibly happen?

Alright, on my way to inflicting Knowledge on poor little undergraduates now.