Is seriously starting to stink up the joint.
I tried to get it down the stairs, and guess what?
That little folk tale is true.
You can't get a cow down the stairs. They just stand there.
I really don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
It won't fit in the elevator, and I'm not bright enough to be able to figure out a pulley system to get it out the window.
I mean, maybe it's for the best- if I do change on the next moon, I'm going to need something to eat, but Jesus. I'm kind of screwed right now.
I asked Scott and Chandler what they thought, and Scott said that unless the cow was actually a man who transforms into a cow due to a combination of mystical and physiological factors, it really wasn't their specialty.
In terms of everyone saying that I shouldn't trust these guys, I know- but the vibe I'm getting is a helpful one, even if I do occasionally feel like they look at me as somewhat less than a man and more of an lab animal.
If they can help me understand what is happening to me, and perhaps use what is going on to help establish a cure for others, well honestly, I can live with being treated like I'm under a microscope from time to time.
Later today, I go into what they call "The Interview."
I'm going to be sitting in a room with Alyssa, Scott, Chandler, and Cameron, and they ask me a series of questions based on my activity over the past few months.
Maybe it could help.
Still, I'd be a lot happier if there was some goddamn hockey on TV. If I'm not mistaken, we'd be in the middle of the second round of the Stanley Cup playoffs around now.
I'll let you guys know how it goes.