It's Friday!!

I've completed all 12 minutes of my work here at... er.... work (I use that term loosely) and now I'm free to just blather.

(blink. blink.)

Um... well let's see... how about I set my work place scene for you ?

First, I'm sipping some free hot chocolate, which is quite tasty. (or "lekker" as I've taught you before. Means "tasty" in Dutch, but they also use for all kinds of things including food (duh), sex, nice weather, and sleeping.) Go ahead, use it. It's quite a nice word. I might even call it lekker.

I'm listening to some internet radio. Specifically, 123party.fm -- The Best in Hip Hop & Rap. Because though I'm blindingly white on the outside, inside I'm... well... okay, still super white... Whatevah... I just love me some hip hop. "Used to Love You" by John Legend is on right now. Yo, dis tune kicks it.

Doesn't get more black urban than that, huh?

I sit in a large room with about 30 people. We all work for different channels but we're all herded into this one space. Like one big, noisy and unruly family. The boss people sit in glass offices on one side of the room and since none of these people are actually my boss -- mine are conveniently located in London -- I feel lucky that the transparent cubes over there display 3 quite fine specimens of Dutch lekkerness. hubba hubba

Don't worry M -- I'm only perusing the menu, not actully ordering one for take out.

Ohhhhh wait! I do have interesting news!

Tonight, I will be meeting M's ex-girlfriend for the first time! I'm not going to replay the whole drama for you (go back through the archives if you must know), but let's just say we've been dancing around her (and vice versa) for the past 7 months. If we go to a party, she won't. If she wants to go, we can't arrive until after 11pm. Things like that. However, she called last night to ask if we're going to a mutual friend's party tonight and then announced "I think it's time I meet Angela."

Whoa.

I'm sure it'll all be civilized and such. I highly doubt there will be any blog-worthy events, but such things have a way of taking a weird turn. Maybe the night will end with bikini mud wrestling or something.

Okay, maybe not that weird.

And a quick update about "going off the meds." Actually, it's all going pretty well. I'm down to taking only 10mg now (from 20) and the only side effect I've noticed is extreme irritability and heightened emotions in the evening. Other than that, I'm surprisingly okay. I've read some horror stories on the web but, luckily, I don't seem to be having any dreadful withdrawal side effects. No more scary vivid dreams. No stabbing M in the chest.

Because it's Friday, I'll end with a joke. One of the Brits told this to me the other day.

A woman finishes her grocery shopping and heads to check out. She plunks down her groceries: a frozen dinner for one, a bar of chocolate, a can of catfood, a woman's magazine and a small container of ice cream.

The checkout guy says to her "Single, huh?"

The woman replies, "Oh, well, yes. How did you know?"

The guys replies: "Because you're fuckin' ugly."