midnight

ah, midnight, the blogger's sweet escape. the time when he can focus on nothing, but the sweet warming glow of radioactivity that bathes him from his 17" lcd-- the visual interface to the infinite of the net. yeah, as you might have guessed from that over-lyrical sentence. i got nothing. it's after midnight and i can't sleep. 4-5 fingers of scotch didn't do the trick either. stupid tolerance.
have a telecon tomorrow morning. who the hell schedules a teleconference at 8am on a sunday? geez. the worst part is it should only last 5 minutes when we all realize it's a charlie-foxtrot, and just hang up. but, no, we'll talk for the whole damn hour about nothing. but, later, i've been looking forward to this all weekend; i get to take beansprout to a birthday party. i'm always the youngest parent at these things. she'll have a great time though. saw 40 year old virgin tonight, very funny. steve carrell is a good actor-- i'm sure most people don't pay attention to that kind of thing in this kind of movie. easy, sophomoric humor, but it worked. and closing random thought, i wish i was in vegas.