It's on.

Daydream Update (just so someone knows):

For those of you who are curious (and I presume there aren't that many of you that invested in the inane details of my boring life), my fake relationship with Fake Boyfriend At Work is soooo back on. Why? I caught him in the middle (literally, also) of the up 'n' down eyes. And as his eyes came back to eye level, there I was, eyebrow half-raised with a slight, bemused smile on my face.

I win.

But he also cut his hair. I mean, it looks fine. Just not as good as it used to be. And I would not have let that happen. I mean, it even bothers me when Lemony Snicket cuts his hair and fails to notify, at very least, me beforehand. Considering I've spent a good chunk of our wordless work relationship admiring his hair, I feel like my favorite work activity now has been challenged, defeated and semi-permanently disabled. It'll grow back, I know, but it means his hair isn't always perfect and he doesn't just exist in this office and has to do very real world things like get his hair cut.

So I guess, I kind of lose.