Tonight as I was passing by the TV (not mine, that wonder of modern electronics, which I watch about 7.5 minutes per evening, as my poor brain is too tired to even make sense of mindless drivel) I heard the phrase "don't pee where you work", sanitized for network broadcast. If you're not supposed to do that, nor shit where you eat (which is an astoundingly disgusting phrase, and which I swear I have heard modified to contain "live" or "sleep" in place of "eat"), then it would seem that performing your bodily functions where they are supposed to be performed would mitigate the need for these phrases. I know, a little literal-minded. But it's late. And I'm tuckered out.

Today I was asked to take on a third job, on top of the two I'm already semi-doing. This was the CFO who asked, so it was difficult to say no. He must have sneaked a look at my to do list, which probably seemed empty, what with only 145 items on it, #145 being "Find more stuff to do".

The rest of the categories I usually report on all are devoid of content for today, having done nothing but work and have dinner with clients. Who groused about our service, straight through the goat cheese and tomato tart, wild greens salad, filet mignon, and blueberry crisp with vanilla ice cream. All that food made it easier to nod my head and make the appropriate noises.