You are a Guffman.

Even though I was wicked tired this morning, I still enjoyed acting like last night was Friday. Sushi was fantabulous, especially force-feeding it to Mr. Riley and watching Sparky try unagi for the first time. I'm so glad I was part of the conversion experience.

Sophie slept in the center and middle of the bed last night. And I think it's harder to move her body than MelRo's, and she weighs 100 pounds less. Sometimes I just positioned my legs on top of her, hoping she would move eventually, which didn't always happen. She seemed somewhat confused by the absence of MelRo -- she kept looking at me like it wasn't time for sleepings yet because everyone wasn't home. When I first climbed into bed, she laid by the door, watching expectantly. After turning off the light, she determined that it wasn't happening and reluctantly climbed up next to me.

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I buy Ericsson phones because that's what James Bond uses.

So I e-mailed Cute Gay Photographer (so named not only because of his assumed sexuality but also because he's a photojournalist how's done work for every gay publication out there), and he can print me a copy of the photo for $45, which seems like a steep price for the chance to ask someone out for coffee. Though he specifically said in the e-mail there's "no pressure" to buy, which makes me want to do it more. Plus, the photo is damn cute, and I'd love to have it framed and hanging up somewhere, especially since my favorite mammals are all featured in it and we're all smiling, except Sophie who looks almost sad but has her fabulous yoda ears going on.

I think I'll order it.

In other money spending news, I bought a new cell phone ()to replace the dog-eaten, multiply-dropped one. This one is way fancier, but it's not that hard to upgrade from the former tool -- I didn't even have a time/date stamp on it. Seriously. Now I have a phone with an alarm clock, a calender, and games. I feel like such a geeky yuppie. Or guppie. Wait, that's a gay yuppie. Maybe I'm that too.

I should not forget that this weekend also means shopping for Ms limenal's birthday gift. In case you're wondering, it's on Monday.

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Why does the recording of the promotional satellite sale lady make me happy? She sounds all warm and genuine and earnest. I bet she's cute, too. I wonder if she's single?

And on that glorious note, I depart from the office.

Longest. Day. Ever.