So monday I was sitting next to our new clinical regulations manager and helping her setup her new laptop and her email. While waiting for the laptop to finish installing and rebooting I looked down and saw that my fly was open. Instead of waiting or excusing myself to go to the bathroom to zip it up, I zipped it up right there and then. I guess I wasn't thinking but thank god she didn't say anything, I would have been a little embarrassed.

On tuesday I was sitting in the marketing manager's office showing her some of the new reports I created for her in her customer database and I noticed this magnet sticking to her filing cabinet. It read, "Do one thing every day that scares you." Quite inspirational. So I went home, called around, and before you know it I made a commitment to a relationship. Quite scary. Now I'm almost guaranteed of being scared everyday. Of course I'm just being facetious.

Tomorrow's scary thing to do -- running with scissors.

There's a striking similarity between having SARS and relationships. The only
difference is that with SARS you're only quarantined for 10 days. Both however are life-threatening.

Read a good joke the other day...

"How many kids with A.D.D. does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"Hey, wanna go bike riding?"

In retrospect, that joke is probably better told in person...

So I've got 2 more hours before I head home and prepare for my date with Mr. Buffalo Wing tonight. I swear, if I was a singer or a movie star, I would have a stipulation in my contract that would ensure that my dressing room always has a fresh hot batch of wings. No wings, no work.

Speaking of work, I should get back and do some...