The annual office Christmas party is happening tomorrow, so I'll need to get dressed up like a real adult. Sure, the ratio of men to women will be around 10:1, but that's no excuse not to look sharp. Not that I ever don't look sharp. I do. Sharp as a very, very sharp knife. Every single day.

This has been one of those weeks where it's difficult to find anything sensible to write about. Life's quite dull (mostly since life these days is what happens when I'm not at work, and I'm always at work), and while work is very interesting, I can't write much of anything about work. Life (a little) and work (a lot). That's about it. I look forward to the days when a) I'll have more of a life, and b) I can write about the work I'm doing. Until then, these nonsensical ramblings will have to pass for a journal.

Of course, I could always get uncomfortably personal and start talking about my feelings. But I don't think any of us want to go there quite yet.

I believe I ate too much pizza tonight. And while it's hard to imagine such a thing as "too much pizza", it can happen.

I think I'll go to bed now. Yes, I know: it's Friday night. That doesn't stop the sleepies, I'm afraid. They come to get you, regardless. And now they've come for me. Ack!  ¶ 00:34