i will not talk about last night. i will not confess that i didn't really do anything besides run out to target to get some new flannel pants, half-heartedly watch the mothman prophecies, pack a few boxes for ebay and talk to sundry friends on instant messenger. i won't do it. don't make me.

i will, however, briefly say that one of the sundry friends with whom i instant messaged was olga, who is in the process of looking for a new job, but who also informed me that she is now going to go by her middle name: zofie. now, as someone who never liked the name he grew up with, i can relate. as someone who has changed his personae more times than he can count, i can relate again. i'm still rather hazy on whether or not olga liked her first name to begin with, or if she's symbolically changing her name along with her career direction, or whatever. but i think this sucks right proper because it's going to be heaps difficult to remember that i'm supposed to call her zofie. actually, i'll probably remember that it starts with a "Z," and then i'll forget the rest of the name and slide back into her old one. it'll come out "zolga." come to think of it, i actually prefer zolga to zofie, but what i really dig is zolgar. c'mon now. that's a cool name. i could introduce her to new people as "zolgar, defender of the universe." i suggested this to her, but i was promptly shot down.

so i'm at work right now, and i just finished corrections to a 200-page medical history book, and i am really not amped about going back through it and counting all the author alterations. but i think i will anyways, because that means i can send it out either this evening or monday morning, and that's one less project to worry about. god, i'm a company man.