Today as I was driving up into the parking lot I saw a little black cat with white stomach that looks exactly like Levi. It walked down the road and I panic, called Joyce asking her whether Levi is home in the room. I would be so devestated if one day I wake up and Levi's gone. I haven't been treating him too well lately since he tends to wake me up by stepping all over my head, with my head being the center and him going around it in a circle several times until I wake up to feed him. I don't mind the stepping on me part, the licking me part, the pushing his forehead into my face part, but I cant stand it when he walks above me and steps on my hair! It hurts! So I grab him by his stomach and throws him off, pushing him off the bed as he walks along the edges of my bed trying real hard to balance... I don't know, it's like when I am sleepy I can careless if I hurt him by grabing him funny or throwing him off too hard... I feel bad... but I need my sleep.

And lately things have been getting pretty hectic, the workload has increased, the bitchy people's complaints are heard oversea, staying till 8 has become normal whereas leaving on time is considered "early". The week seems to go by so quickly and I seem to learn a lot on a daily basis, seem to be doing something different everyday yet I feel like things continued to be draged out, when in fact if i were to have the knowledge I could have done all of these tasks by myself in a day or two. It is either that I don't trust people to do a good job and that I am impatient, or I learned from this short period that I can't trust them, that I always end up cleaning their mess, might as well do it myself.

In regards to personal life, I am just... worried. Heard Grandpa's old sickness is getting worse, he has also gotten diagnosed with alzhemier's... the symptom's there, probably in the earliest stage... but the doctor said if he doesn't take his medicine his condition could deterioate rather quickly within half an year. I know I haven't been the best grand daughter but I do care for him, afterall he was very much part of my childhood memory. So I called him today and he sounds fine, still clear headed and the same... asked him about his health he said no good (old sickness) but he rather not get a surgery. This is what he always says "if I get surgery I will die". and I said no, the technology has improved and so has people's knowledge, then he says "oh yeah, then why is it that they couldn't cure your mom, she died, and so did your grandma". I think he really just doesn't trust western medicine, or medicine at all for that matter... Or maybe he has a point, a very valid but also very pessismistic point. I am sort of like him in that way I think... or maybe the whole family's like that, stubborn in their own way but all have very valid reasons to be.

Conclusion of all these new development in my life... quote my boss "if I see any more pimples popping out of your forehead, then I know I should take some load off of your back"... hahahaha... thanks for being so thoughtful. What about other issues in life? Is it that easy? To simply take some pressure, worries, problems off your back and put it on someone else's back? or throw it away into the trashcan? Aye it's late. Go to sleep susan...