Oye vey. And I'm not even Jewish.
Sorry for the lack of updates this week, but I have literally been up to my nose hairs in paperwork and reports. It's been a slow, slow week, and I don't think I've left my desk for longer than five minutes at a time.
We've had two more sightings. Two. Both times he just disappears as soon as we're on the scene. It's like he's taunting us...but it also means that something's being planned. He wouldn't be showing himself now if something wasn't up. To the chief, it looks like he's slipping up. To me, it looks like he's being a cocky pissant.
Eric's been out sick since Tuesday, so I've pretty much had to deal with all the paperwork. I hate paperwork. Don't let anyone tell you paperwork is fun; those who do are just lying to make their lives sound important. For every action, there is a heap of forms that has to follow it. I don't know how the guy does it.
Life's more or less how it normally is. Lizzie's fine; she's actually laying off the work a little, which is surprising but reassuring. She comes into work same as she always does, we work, we talk, we argue...just another day at the office.
Still can't shake the feeling that something's coming...but whatever it is, I can't place my finger on it.