Long, long day. Working at an Internet company is full of ups and downs, isn't it? Intense, late hours. Good fun. Last-minute panic. Somber meetings about lines going this way when they should be going that way. Law suits. Law suits averted. That's been my day.

So anyway, then I went to the gym and made a serious tactical error. They had "West Wing" on the TV. But it was a re-run. I'd seen it before, but I missed a few minutes of the beginning. So I decided to tune in my handy headphones to that channel and end my day with some witty banter from people with worse problems than me. I'd only planned on being there another twenty minutes, but I'd seen this one before. I could stop anytime.

Yeah right. Let's just say I overdid it on the treadmill tonight. Brain stopped listening to the whimper coming from my tired body. I was laughing too hard at CJ saying "Pwesident" and "bweefing" because she'd had an emergency root canal.

So now I'm beyond tired. And I still have two chapters to write -- a party to crash and a rewrite of a camping scene from a new point of view. And if I have time, I'm also rewriting a chapter that I decided yesterday to move later, so it's not chronological anymore.

And did I mention I have laundry to do? Otherwise I can't get dressed tomorrow.