Help me understand the little that I know.

To quote everyone from last night: I LOVE our monthly Hearts games. Sure, Marge, "playing Hearts". Is that what they're calling it these days? Such a dirty dirty sexy game. I don't know why I don't sit around naked with my friends more often.

Though technically vimandvigor was the first to post about the fabulous evening, I think I get a different award for being the first to write the morning after, especially since I was the only sad sap who have to be somewhere before noon. We didn't get home until 2 am and I was exhausted but I still didn't let dommeyourass go to sleep right away....I mean hell, I'm already going to be tired the next morning, what's another half an hour or so? Sometimes it's good to make time.

And now I'm stuck at my desk thinking lascivious thoughts and reliving moments from last night and at least this helps keep me awake when the coffee fails. Such a lucky boy am I.

My life is exhausting sometimes.

Thanks to a Not-So-Anonymous Tipster, I wandered over to Madison/Wabash to get a free bottle of Vitamin!Water. I resisted the urge to walk by several times in various disguises in an attempt to get multiple samples. But wouldn't I have looked great in a moustache and trenchcoat?

On the way back into the office, I ran into this blonde woman in the hallway. She asked if there was a "ladies's room." I pointed out where it was by the elevators, but then said it's locked but she could get a key from the office she just came from. She hesitated, looked back at the office, looked at me, then half-whispered, "oh well, that's where I have an interview...."

I stood there and looked at her, then realized she was waiting for me to offer a key from my office. I jingled my keys and told her I only had the key to the men's room, then slipped in the back door.

Did she think they wouldn't hire her because she has a bladder? I'm picturing her walking in and asking for the restroom key, they look her up and down and say, "never mind, I don't think you're going to work out here after all. We don't use the bathroom here."

People are so strange about normal bodily functions.

I got a very sweet e-mail from Lowenstein but it made my cranky because of one line: "i just woke up. it's 1:00. my life is good sometimes." Gee, thanks for rubbing it in. I mean, that's nice and all that she's well-rested, but I'm over here dying in my makeshift cubicle! This is obviously not her fault though, so I'm not really mad or anything. Just tired and ready to go home and sleep. Princess Superstar might have to be seen some other time.

Livejournaling while playing fetch with the dog -- the way of the future.

Lifetime television movies and Angelina