I was all set to post an entry last night, and after saving my short, lame text on my computer, I went to the template. There, I remembered more I wanted to write, but IE crashed before I could finish. It was already 6 p.m., and since I'd left the office the previous night at 9 p.m., there was no way I was hanging around any longer than I had to last night.

Now, of course, I don't know all of what I'd wanted to say yesterday. But today, I'll post early, and write often, should anything of interest come to mind. Not likely. I just can't get a good flow going here as far as writing essays goes. Someday I might want to speculate on all the craziness in the Washington, D.C. area. But right now, it's hard, with so much work to do coupled with not wanting to look like I have all kinds of free time on my hands. Hopefully, one we move (there are rumors it could be by the end of the year, and our entire magazine would be in one office), I might just have a slightly more private work area.

In the event I did have to stay late last night (and tonight, but let's hope not [knocking on wood]), I came prepared with The Simpsons second season on DVD. It's time to see if these Macs support the Apple DVD they boast under the Apple menu.

So it's flu-shot time again, and I'm avoiding them. Mom always suggests I get one, and I always refuse. I don't know the last time I had the flu; she's had it several times in the past decade. That's all I'm saying.

That's it for now. I'm lame.