I'm avoiding Hungry Howard the ad salesman. I call him Hungry because he either faxes me or calls me every other day, trying to get me to buy ad space. Since the deadline to buy for this particular publication isn't for another couple of weeks, he really needs to chill out; luckily my office phone has caller ID, as soon as I see the city he lives in pop up on that display, I know what to do - ignore the phone.

Otherwise I'm designing graphics in PhotoShop and working on a couple of Uncle Chuckie projects. Big fun, I know. Went round and round trying to order supplies for our color photocopier - The Document People couldn't find their collective butt with both hands. I hate those stupid "Please tell me your serial number" prompts from the voice mail system. "I'd rather talk to a human, please." <"I'm sorry, I didn't understand your serial number. Please tell me your serial number." "NO! I refuse to talk to a recording, it makes me feel awkward. Put a human on the line!" When I relent and recite the number, the stupid thing didn't understand me anyway.