Gronk. It's four in the freakin' morning here, yet I am awake, doing a spot of cooking for the date tomorrow with Wallybee (patent pending). Because I have the time management skills of a lemur on millipedes.

You are all wonderful, amazing people. Thank you for sharing the saga of my bag with me, short as it was. I now have it back, with everything in it (!!) and I am posting from my beautiful Dell electrobaby.

Meara, I will speed-date with you! If they let you do it if you're from out-of-state and a visitor.

Raq, that intern sounds insane. However, now I totally want to be an embassy intern.

I require chocolate. And salt. Perhaps chocolate-covered pretzels. Ooh -- or chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels.

Fortunately, I'm going to Trader Joe's later, and they have chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels. So far, this is the only bright spot in my day.

What's going on this weekend, Steph?

What's going on this weekend, Steph?

I'm going to eat chocolate and avoid all human contact.

Rants o' the week:

Help ticket from hell. This woman has at most, a five-minute problem, but she absolutely refuses to either give me a phone number or even call me when I give her mine. Which means that I keep sending detailed emails with point by point directions, links to more documentation, screenshots... and then she emails back at, like, midnight to say "Oh, I don't have time for that.... and what about this other problem that I totally didn't mention before?" Lady, gimme FIVE FRACKING MINUTES to talk you through this stuff, and you'll be up and running and out of my damn queue forever, I promise.

Haven't slept. all. week. I'm completely exhausted, can't keep eyes open, can't get to sleep when I go to bed.

Need to update resume, and even though I'm not currently in need of a job, it's still giving me the resume terrors.

This season's ick is unusually tenacious, even for one who always has trouble shaking off colds.

Haven't slept. all. week.

Clown will eat you?

I get freaked by new graphics, but I know this is weird and I have a phobia and stuff.

I think chocolate sounds like a great plan. As does watching Zoltan have sex! And getting to know Brian Kinney!.

Amy I miss you!

chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels

I had no idea such a thing exists, as brilliant as it is. Want.

SA, you got everything back?! Kewl.

Spidra, much luck to you on your resume and the rest of the job hunt process.

Amy, WTF? Does this woman really want help, or an excuse not to get something done? Good on you for the explicit emails; at least you've CYA'd. I'm so lucky that the vast majority of my users are appreciate of any effort to assist them.

Envying Sparky1's dr appt. I've never had a facial, and it sounds like heaven.

juliana, many good thoughts in your direction. And toward all.

ION, a woman on my floor is wearing pleather. This cheers me immeasurably.