The last 3 days have been a little bit stressful for me. Fortunately, I think the ugliness is over now. Firstly, a friend has been having relationship problems. I was out with them somewhere and ended up driving them home seperately. Well, almost. After I drove him home, I wandered around for awhile, and was unable to find her -- apparently she is a pretty quick walker, and walked all the way home before I found her to offer the ride.

Secondly, another friend is having roomate problems. They're moving out, and I'm keeping some of their stuff until things settle down and they have a solid place to stay. Again, my car and companionship are there.

Thirdly, my former employer called, threatening me with a lawsuit for disclosure of confidential information. I finally got the time to look at it last night, and .. yup, I actually did have some information that he wanted kept confidential. I don't think I ever actually *agreed* to be bound by such things, but on the other hand it is such a minor piece of information, completely unrelated to what I was trying to say, that I took it down. Maybe I actually did agree to stay mum on that. Oops.

I'm going to see some of the former coworkers soon for dinner. That'll be fun -- I do miss them. The new job is going quite well though, and in general I'm feeling a lot better about life.

I was playing a bit rough with wally yesterday, and he managed to stick his claw straight through a corner of one of my fingers. It's nowhere near the bone, and doesn't appear to be infected, but it was pretty sickening. I had to pull it back out and around the hole, all the time while he was still in a playful mood, and thwacking me with his paws. Cats play rough..

I've been having strange dreams about Lincoln tower, a very tall building I lived in for my first two years of Uni. I've always been mildly afraid of its elevators. In my dreams, they've been transformed into a swing on a single rope through the middle, and lincoln tower is transformed into a much taller tower with less of a uniform shape, and the swings are on the outside of the building, taking people between floors, and being blown around all over the place by the wind. I remember clinging to it, afraid of falling or it breaking, as it moved me to the floors I wanted to reach. On some trips, I was with alternatively Martha or Amanda, trying to not fall without breaching personal space too much. That's all for now -- back to work.