Today, before I leave work, I'm going to (in addition to doing my job) finish a short-story, write a song, slap a coworker (take THAT yoghurt-boy!) and do a little dance. Oh yeah, it's the server room for me, baby - and you know what that means. Dancin' with the iPod.
Last night, dinner and a stroll on the entertainment pier in Santa Monica, and tonight - hardcore nerdiness with crapdaddy and some other upstanding members of the Dork Brigade. I'm on fire like the Griffith Observatory, kiddos - stand back. All that, and I smell super-terrific today.