Today wasn't bad. I have a small headache right now and I'm sipping hot chocolate, hoping it'll just go away. I should be in White Plains right now but I'm not. I've been trying to find Norm and Richie all frickin day. My eyes opened at 8:30 .... then 8:45 ... then for good at 9:00. I went into the city and headed right to Keri's office.

I spent pretty much my whole morning there. Since they liked the work I did on a recent project ... I might be there all next week. Which would be pretty cool. I checked my email while I was there and saw an alert from the New York Times about an anthrax scare. Great. Not only that ... but the FBI expects more attacks on the U.S. or U.S. places abroad. So ... I hear Canada's good this time of year. Wouldn't be a bad time to go further north would it?

I left Keri's probably minutes to 1. I need a watch. I was planning on just coming back home but then I remembered Eric sent me an email telling me to call him. He said he needed to see me and asked if I could come over.

"What do I look like? Your bitch?!!?" I yelled that from another dimension.

The real me of course said I'd be right over. I like hanging out at his office, actually. But only when Jake's not there. I .... I just don't really like him much anymore. And sometimes I wish I could kick his arrogant-wingtip wearing-golf playing-house in the hamptons living-frat boy type-dirty blond ass. He's the type of person you want to slap repeatedly with a latex glove. Right across the face. Just .... *slap* ... *slap* ... "you like that don't you, bitch?" ... *slap*. Blah

So I went over to Eric's. Soon as I got there ... he dragged me to go get lunch. Swapping bad bin Laden jokes while walking down the street. We got back to the office and sure enough ... Jake was there. And ... sure enough he had to grab my hand and tell me how great I look. He disappeared for a while and then came back asking if we heard about the anthrax scare. I had no idea it was at Rockefeller Plaza. Scary. And there I was ... just a few blocks away. What is with me and being near danger lately? Or is everything so chaotic now that it just can't be any different? Scary.

I hung out at Eric's for a while before heading home. I got to talk to Amber when Eric called her. Part of me wanted to call Aaron before heading down the subway steps but then the headache started setting in and I knew I'd either be sick by the time I saw him. Or I would've just been in a bad mood. By the time I got back to Grand Central it was getting really bad. And then the 7 train took forever to get there again! And just like last time ... it started getting ugly. The part that really sucked this time is that when the train finally got there ... I was pretty packed. And after being trampled and groped I pushed back through the crowd and waited for the next train. It's just not worth it. Not everyone believes in wearing deodorant.

Got to Jersey and got off the bus on the corner to get stuff at the deli. There was no way I had enough energy to go over to Pathmark. Got home and took the trash down to the basemenet. Since Ashley's gone ... Mark has no reason to clean anymore. I can't believe he had no dishes in the sink the couple days she was here.

So ... I did that and then I fixed a sandwich, took Advil and now I'm sipping hot chocolate. The headache's not going away. I'll probably post my other entries and then go take a nap. Oh ... my Palm pilot spazzed out on me today. I needed the number for Richie's other office and when I turned it on ... it was reset. I have no idea how. All my numbers .... everything ... erased. I should be able to Hotsync and recover everything but ... I'm kinda scared it'll get messed up somehow.