I don't feel too bad about yesterday's column.

ah, janeane... you rock...

Yeah, sure, it was about my exciting new footwear, but every journal has it's low points. Let's move on.

Lisa, knowing the quickest way to make me giggle, brought me home my very own copy of Mystery Men last night. Thanks, babe. Definitely the best superhero movie of the last ten years, including the X-Men.

We forgot to reset the alarm this morning, so I nearly missed my weekly 8am staff meeting. Considering that I get my 3-month appraisal done tomorrow, missing the meeting wouldn't have been a good idea.

I got accepted to OpenPages the other day, which is excellent. That means possibly more visitors, which I like, given my extroverted nature. Of course, given the archaic nature of this site's demographics, I won't be able to tell if there are any more new visitors, or just my Mom, reading it over and over...

Also joined the Diary-l and Journal-l mailing lists. Okay, I expected that people dedicated to the art of online writing would be prolific, but cripes! My mailbox hasn't seen this much activity since I shut down my Geocities account.

It's late and I'm still at work. All the work is done, but I'm just working up the gumption to head home. Lisa's working until bedtime tonight, so I don't even the chance of a good cuddle to entice me.

I should warn you, faithful reader, that once in a while, I do get kind of morose. Not often, mind you, and never where people can see me. (In fact, with people around, I tend to get energized so much, my friend Joel refers to me as a game show host).

I'm a people addict. The longer I'm alone, the more grumpy and moody I get. Any night that Lisa isn't home, you are more likely to find my sacked out on the couch with a bag of chips and the remote than doing something useful.

I suspect I'm not alone in this. Humans are a gregarious species by nature. We like to get together, shoot the shit, and pick lice out of each other's fur. Denied human contact, we tend to devolve, and share more in common with a sea slug that anything else.

At least I do.

It's not that I don't have things to do. Nosiree! I have a vast slate of back projects waiting for me to get up and do them. I'm putting off doing one right now, as a matter of fact.

I seem to be rambling here. Tell me you're shocked.

I'm shocked.

What was that about shoes?

And tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...

Take me home, big fella