I wonder if I wrote Lance Bass I'd get more Google hits to my diary. I wonder if I'd get still more from Lance Bass naked or Lance Bass shirtless. What about Lance Bass in the bath or Lance Bass on TRL ("N*SYNC rawks cuz they're awesome! YEAH!"). Maybe Lance Bass likes it up -- no, I won't do that.

Well, to anyone who fell into my trap and came here unexpectedly, sorry for misleading you. Lance Bass my ass.

I bet a lot come from 16-year-old girls in South Jersey. Or from 23-year-old women in North Jersey.

Eh, I'm at work, and I've got a cold, so I doubly don't want to be here. I also don't have much to say, really. I could go on about the stupid Yankees (I have more developed thoughts and actual reasons to back up my whining) or discuss the anthrax cases or our bombing of Afghanistan, but I really can't put all those thoughts I have in my head together coherently enough to make sense to anyone else.

So I won't try it tonight. Maybe one of these days. In the meantime, I'll just drink more water and -- as a result -- continue to walk down the hall every half hour to the bathroom in an effort to clear my head and rid my body of this lousy cold. It must be from the unusually late hours lately -- our later deadlines because of the baseball playoff games.

But tomorrow will be a fun day -- 80 degrees in New Jersey, they're saying -- driving around with my lady.

Hey, remember that "Seinfeld" with Little Jerry, the cock Kramer trains for the illegal cock fights? I just thought of that one; it was funny.