I have nothing to say, but I promised to post more often...

This week I've been trapped in a dark, scary, Dilbert hell. I've had at least two meetings everyday, and today, in ten minutes, we launch into an all-day meeting (at least lunch is provided!). Many of those meetings have required pre-meetings. This drives me insane. No work is getting done, and I'm trapped in a cycle of making changes to changes and revising revisions.

"Why are you leaving for work so early?" asked Mr. Crabby this morning. "Because I couldn't stay late last night," was my answer.

"Do you hear yourself?" he said.

We have some Dilbert comic books in the loo at home; they aren't funny anymore.

Also at home... a pile of kitty puke every evening by the front door. Nothing serious, she's not sick. She's just a puker.

But... there's good stuff ahead, if I can just hold out for a few days. It's the Year of the Monkey! It's my year. I'm meeting friends in Chinatown on Sunday for a long-overdue appointment with some dumplings. On Saturday, Icy's having a party.

These thoughts will help me endure the rest of this day. I hope lunch is good...