Well, that was 'way boring. How am I supposed to write up notes of a conference call where, to the extent that I understood the conversation, no one said anything?

I was going to ask the ChaosManager leading the call for a copy of the previous call's notes, so I'd know what kind of thing to try and extract from my own scribbles, but I don't know who she is. I suspect she doesn't work out of this office. At least, when I walked around and looked at doors, none of them had her name on it.

It's a pickle, that's for sure.

Mmmm. Pickles. Potato chips. Port wine cheese spread. Sour cream. Sausages!

Sigh. 2 lbs down, 8 to go.

Doesn't it seem that I should be entitled to a reward for having lost 2 lbs? That's the problem with food. If you reward yourself for depriving yourself of food by giving yourself food (because if you haven't had food, what you pretty much want for a reward is food), pretty soon you weigh 200 lbs. This is a dangerous cycle, which is why I'm not allowed any food that tastes good. (Ed.You had Chinese food twice this week, you big fibber.)

Got an email from Her earlier today. Today was Her last day with Bernie. From what She says, he hasn't hired anyone yet, although he's interviewing.

I wish I could think of something interesting to say. I'm very happy, in a peaceful, uneventful kind of way, if that matters.

I guess I could make up lies. If I start posting stories of improbable adventures and narrow escapes, will you still respect me in the morning?