12-Jan-2007

This week has been one fraught with peril.  I, for one, will be glad to see it draw to a close.  I hate the waiting game.  I find myself with trains of thought like this:

Me:  (thinking) I'm so bored.  I should update my blog.  No.  Haven't had coffee.  Won't be funny.  What's that saying?  We're all just sitting around waiting with our thumbs up our butts.  Wonder what it's like to actually stick your thumb up your butt... oh, wait.  I'm at the office.  And I'm wearing button-fly jeans, which complicates things further. 

Train of thought interrupted by an IM from My Replacement:

My Replacement: can you  hear that noise?
My Replacement: kind of like a distant high-pitched sound?
Me: no.  are you torturing a pony or something?
My Replacement: why, no
My Replacement: certainly not.  i would never
My Replacement: don'tcomeoverhere

Me:  (continuing to think) I wonder if Jack Bauer makes To Do Lists.  I bet he does.  But I bet he gets every single thing on his To Do List done every day.  As opposed to you, Melissa.  I ask you to do one thing, ONE THING yesterday, but no, you spend all your time composing emails and forgetting to eat lunch or dinner then wondering why you're cranky and faint when you go for a jog this morning.  I have had it with you. 

Train of thought interrupted by CubeBoy, who serenades me with No More Words/You're tellin' me you love me while you're lookin' away...

We are all playing the waiting game here, it would seem.  Although I'd like to think he'd stop to serenade me on a busy day as well.

And in case you live under a rock that's been tossed to the bottom of the ocean, 24 RETURNS ON SUNDAY!!!  Thank goodness.  I was beginning to contemplate a cyanide cocktail laced with lies, deception, and unhappiness.