i should be watching the amazing race finale right now, but i'm taping it. i need to catch up on the episodes from the past two weeks first. i'm a sucker for continuity.

this morning at the newspaper, i accompanied honey outside for a cigarette. (i actually just watch as she smokes and get my fix from her fumes.) on the way back in, while rounding a corner, i nearly walked right into cute boy from editorial. we exchanged looks once again, just like in the bathroom a few weeks ago, only this time ... oh, this time i felt something. technically, i'm not sure what it was. i guess it could've been my carnation instant breakfast settling inappropriately. but i don't think so. it lasted only for a few brief seconds, but my whole body just kind of felt turned on, especially one particular area deep inside my chest. and you know what that means?

well, it probably means he's straight. or gay and in a long-term relationship with a really terrific guy. or gay and thoroughly repulsed by me. definitely one of those choices. maybe all of the above. if, that is, you could be straight and gay at the same time (like anne heche).

perhaps you've noticed it's the end of an era. i decided today to no longer title my journal entries with questions. it was cute while it lasted. but i think i've missed out on some clever entry titles by limiting myself to only questions. and questions were really limiting. (yes, i put actual thought into this kind of shit. no wonder i never get anything important done.)

the publishing firm was sheer ick today. i had to endure a three-hour conference call with a client who insisted on reading me the corrections to her company newsletter, then second-guessing the corrections and asking me to undo them, then changing her mind and having me redo them, then telling me to read the new sentence back to her and input my thoughts. very argh-inducing. thank goodness for instant messenger. patrick did his best to distract me with a story about unintentionally answering the door in his underwear, which, now that i think about it, was even more frustrating than the newsletter corrections. and michael ... well, michael was michael, which is always distracting and always a good thing.

speaking of michael, somebody remind me to tell him i thought of the perfect song to underscore the moment-of-truth scene in the screenplay we're tinkering with: "desire" by ryan adams (of course).

and speaking of music, "where is the love" was not, much to my delight and surprise, on VH1 this morning while i was wriggling into my jeans. instead, it was santana and michelle branch's "game of love," which is almost as wretched. tomorrow, it's going to be jewel's "intuition" or that shania twain video that reminds me of björk's "violently happy" in a really bad way. just you watch.