Yeah, man, 9:10 pm on a Saturday night and I'm parked in front of a computer, bored, watching the Thrashers stumble toward defeat. Of course, to put it in perspective, one week ago at this time I was just ARRIVING at work, so I shan't complain. And after typical St. Patrick's foolishness last night, a quieter night isn't such a bad thing.
Interesting footnote to last night: when I woke up this morning, there was a bottle of cologne next to me in bed. Now, I came home alone last night, and was -- if not totally in my right mind -- relatively aware of my surroundings. So how did I end up with cologne in my bed? Was I making a statement?