i'm editing a spanish book. i think this is the first time this has happened in the 13 months i've been here. it's kinda cool because for once i'll be able to comprehend a little of a non-english books we're publishing. (though i am getting damn good at typing greek.)

exercising has been a breath of fresh air these past two weeks. i'm actually tired at night, getting to bed before midnight; before all this, i'd sometimes still be meandering around restlessly at 2 a.m. i'm noticing changes (slow but steady) in my body, and i feel better about getting up in the morning. maybe it's a psychological thing, maybe it's not. if it is a psychological thing, that's OK, i guess, because i can't think of anyone i'd rather have lie to me than myself.

earlier today, the boss' son mentioned our landlord coming by. the landlord did, along with two other people who were notably dressed-up, as if they were on an interview. they were hanging around outside my office, and appeared to be looking at the archive closet that's across from me and the desk area adjacent to my door. after they left, i found out that they were thinking of renting part of our office. to this i say: huh? they want us to rent them an archive closet and the ass-end of a hallway? that makes little sense, which got me paranoid that the deal includes my office. and then i heard one of them make a comment that made me think my paranoia was a kvetch in the right direction.

losing my office?!?! nuh-uh. no way. don't think so.

having my own office is one of the main reasons i'm sticking with this job for the time being. it's fun. it lets me work at my own pace. it validates my pithy existence. hell, my dad has worked for his company for over 25 years, and he still has a fucking cubicle. getting my own office is one of the most thrilling things to happen to me in the past year. and if you think that makes me sound like a bit of a loser, well ... you're probably just saying that because you're sooooo jealous of my office! so ... nyah nyah, you office-less loser!

i'll see what happens when my boss gets back from vacation. this is so office space. next thing you know, i'll be relocated to the basement, softly muttering to myself and bemoaning the loss of my swingline stapler.

quote of the day: "butter ROCKS!!!" patrick, defending his favorite ... you know what? don't ask. it's funnier without the context.

i'm chatting with ryan over IM. we were discussing the most recent entry in his blurty, in which he was sure he spotted drug residue around the nostril of his server at jamba juice. i was lamenting that that kind of thing never happens around here. the closest thing i could think of was the following scenario.

me: we'd be at the orange julius and say, "look there at our cashier ... does she look like she has syphilis?"
ryan: i fucking love orange juilus.
me: you know baltimore is the syphilis capitol of the US, right?
ryan: your greek bitch better keep her orange-sized nips away from that place ... she'll end up in the juicer.

maybe you had to be there.