How was my day today? You really don't want to know the answer to that question. I'm a hansomely paid corporate whore, remember? Is any further elaboration necessary?

I thought not.

Oh, you mean how was MY day today? I thought you were talking to the other me. Well then, nevermind.

Ok, here's a cool tidbit: Today was sushi day. So, despite the hecticness of it all, a few of us braved the cloudy skies and journied into Boulder, where we ate at the Japango restaurant, located on a street none other than...... 3 guesses. It starts with a P.

Very good food, although we did manage to confuse the waiter enough with our multiple order sheets that some of the items just plain didn't get there. When we pointed it out, he apologized and brought the missing items I had ordered at the very end to go. (It turned out an other item somebody else had ordered had been gone too, but they didn't want to drag it out even longer than it already had.) My tastebuds and stomach thanked me. Crab meat... Mmmmm... crab meat.

(For those who are of the herbivoristic dietary preference, but are nevertheless have become interested in this whole sushi thing, I might point out that one of the members of the regular sushi-going tribe is himself an herbivore, and he manages to eat quite well on every occassion. Of course, we are talking about Boulder here. I do not have information regarding how sushi restaurants in other locations may or may not differ.)

From the you-know-a-movie-has-warped-your-mind-if department...

If any readers of this page get a chance to see Memento, I would recommend caution in the extent to which you allow it to engage your brain. On multiple occassions today at work, I caught myself becoming amused by imagining what it would be like if I suddenly forgot everything that had happened ever since, say... some indeterminate period of time ago.

So I'm walking down the isle between the cubes, and inside, my inner voice calls "flash!" Instant magnet over the hard drive in my head.

So there I am. In the middle of this office. I don't recognize any of the people sitting at these desks. I don't know why I'm here. Am I meeting someone? Could this be the headquarters of the perpetrators of the grand diabolical scheme I'm working to uncover? Or maybe it's the base of operations of an allied organization. I pull a slip of paper out of my pocket, and see if it could possibly give me some clue to remind me about why I'm in here.

Someone is walking up to me. They begin to speak. Do I know this person? A friend? An enemy? Someone I've never met before. Maybe I should explain my condition so they'll know, just in case.

They say, "Hello. How are you doing?" Maybe I should play along. Or should I? Perhaps this is a trap. Or maybe it's not. And what does that sign on the door say? Better write that down. It could be important for later.

...

Hahah. Yeah, that's it! I think I'll just start going through life as a Leonard Shelby poser. Oh no. The idea of a Polaroid is starting to look tempting. Better start scribbling notes to myself so I'll know where I am tomorrow. Hehehe.

Wait a sec. Isn't that what I'm already doing right here?

Alright enough of this rambling. Just arrived in the mail is a nice little box of games. Fresh, yummy, shrinkwrapped penguin-powered excellence, just waiting to be explored...