Paradise Lost

The Enemy After a couple weeks of living it up with Christine’s dad, The Enemy finally got the better of me. I can’t live with the good doctor anymore.

I mean, I can’t not pet the darned thing. As much as I hate cats, I love animals and can’t just walk by a cute little cat while it’s screaming “Pet me!” But then my allergies punish me for several hours, and there’s no good way (that I have found) to get cat dander out of my nose.

More on this as it develops…