I had to climb the stairs because a bunch of guys were hogging up the elevators to move furniture.

Wheeze. One. Hundred. Stairs. Pant.

Sheesh. I have got to get into better shape.

Anyhow. Urban adventures!

This morning I was accosted by a giant banana.

Okay, it was a guy in a giant banana suit, but still. We were headed over to get coffee this morning and even Alvin agreed that 8:32 a.m. is simply too early in the day to be expected to cope with a giant banana desperate to give you a free smoothie.

It sounds vulgar when you say it that way, but I'm actually okay with that.

I still suspect the Chipmunk of not appreciating me the way one would like to be appreciated at work. When he calls and I answer the phone, he almost instantly demands to speak to Alvin and then today after I'd called him, he had his assistant call me back. Admittedly, I'm not the easiest person in the world to love but criminy, the guy works in Florida. How hard should it be for him to be civil and speak to me on the phone once or twice a week for five minutes at a time?

Jeannie (as in, "I Dream Of" not because she's magical but because I spend a lot of time wishing she'd put in a full day of work) is the shipping/receiving/reception person for all three of the sister companies sharing this office space.

IDoJeannie has some good knowledge of what's going on, but she's hard to work with (on those occasions that she's actually here) because she doesn't adapt to change well, even the smallest of changes, and she's amazingly whiney when asked to do something difficult, like ship something with only an hour's notice.

She had her hours officially changed so that she works from 7:30 to 3:00, supposedly allowing her to get over to the school and pick up her kids daily. That means she shows up around 8:15 and usually slides out of here around 2:35.

In the meantime, of course, I'm still arriving around 7:30, leaving around 5:15, and spending a lot of the intervening hours blogging or reading news sites or e-mail, so I should just shut up, right?

Someone who loves me sent me the URL for the Naked French Dude in this month's French Vogue. Yum. And, let me add, YUM!

What else? A friend wrote to diss me because she's trying to write a sex scene and presumably yesterday's sex-related entry made her self-conscious.

First, who listens to me? Not even me, okay? Second, there's nothing wrong with the way she writes. Third, was I demanding anything that difficult anyhow? No. It's not as though she's the type to put a character in a frilly apron and have him sprout a vagina next to his navel, so why the worry?

Hmph. Nothing is my fault.

It's supposed to snow this evening. Mental note: Stop on the way home and put about 20 pounds of air in the front two tires, both of which appear to be losing their will to roll.

I hate things like that. I hate maintaining my car and all of that stuff. I just want to sail through life free of any responsibility that doesn't amuse me. Is that so much to ask?

Don't answer. Leave my little fantasy world intact for a few more precious moments.

Hmmm... There will be a small pause while I think of something profound to say.

During the interval, let me mention that I had a very weird dream the other night. Weird because (a) I remembered at least part of it when I woke up, (b) No one was trying to kill me and I wasn't even the center of attention, and (c) it included a Famous Person (Rob Lowe) when I never dream about Real People.

Mostly, he was naked, which I just thought I'd throw in there to get your attention. We were attending a conference on why he wasn't able to get better roles. He stripped off his clothes and stood up to show us all what he looked like, demanding to know what he was supposed to do about being so gorgeous.

The weirdest thing about the dream is that Rob Lowe isn't really my type and since he shed that Bad Boy Brat Pack image, I haven't really thought about him physically. Of course, that might explain why I dreamed about him naked but that he didn't look that good naked, mightn't it?

Just my luck. I finally get a nekkid man in my dreams and he's not even attractive.

I downloaded some code to allow me to add comments to a blog but I didn't even understand the intructions for how to save the files to my computer, so I'm not doing it.

I'm still waiting for a profound thought.