Thursday
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I got up this morning, but I neglected to brew any coffee. I didn’t even notice this until :05 before leaving for work. So, I plodded along through the day without my morning infusion of caffeinated goodness.

Work wasn’t bad; Dee and I were in flats after lunch. A little before 20:00, he was processing info on a magazine address label (this month’s Maxim with Beyonce Knowles on the cover). He made a comment about it… and I made a comment about her being on The View this morning. (Confession: Yes, I watch the first few minutes of The View some mornings before heading to work. It’s either that or The Young and the Restless… and while Victor Newman is ‘The Man’ (after Capt. Sisko), I prefer a lighter pre-work fare.) He stopped keying and his eyes got big. Like this –>Ô_õ I said: “Can you blame me: Barbara Walters is hot!” Without missing a beat, he looked at me and said: “You too?!” From here, the conversation degenerated rather quickly… but it also got funnier, by the same proportion. And, because of it, I will probably never think of Barbara Walters the same way again. Ever. In this or any other lifetime. I think that we laughed for two to three minutes without stopping.

NPR/PRI Stories
They have all faded into a dull, hazy blur… If you want to see/hear what was on today’s shows, see the shows’ links:

And now it’s time for another episode of “All My Computers…”

Today, we find staring in disbelief at her monitor.

::: fade in :::

: You’re kidding. Tell me you’re kidding. This is some kind of joke, right…?

Computer: whirrrrrrrrr *click* *click* *beep*

: What do you mean ‘not the right .dll ?!?’ I do know what I’m doing… This is the right one. See!?! If it wasn’t the correct one, I wouldn’t be using it!

Computer: *beep*

: Oh. I see. This is about you and what YOU want! Again! Did you ever stop to think about what was important to me?!? Or what I want? Do you even care? You don’t want me to work on this script. Fine. But, that’s your problem. This is important to me. And it’s too important to me to let you keep me from finishing it. Do I make fun of every little process and operation that you do? No. I just want some…. parity in this relationship. Is that too much to ask?

Computer: *click* whirrrrrrrrrr

: Fine. That’s…. that’s just…. *sigh* fine. Go ahead. I’ll work on this somewhere else. Some other time. I’m sick of fighting with you over this. I will finish this. With or without your help.

::: dramatic music :::

::: fade out :::

Tomorrow is Friday. Which brings the question: Do I take the day off, go in for a half day, or tough it out and do the full eight? Decisions, decisions…

Peace.