There is nothing 2:00 am snack-worthy in my kitchen. Damn.

I have no idea why I stayed at work so late tonight. I look at the clock and it's 10:00. Look again and it's 1:00. Huh? I was not even aware of the passing of time. Happens sometimes while driving, complete autopilot, suddenly I've just gone 5 miles while blinking.
Very unnerving.

It must be the ipod. When you've got earphones on and no one to bother you, time flies when you're a one woman vaudeville act. I must give the security and maintenance people quite a show. If this were a musical (or an episode of Scrubs) we'd be twirling across the tile, reflections in the plate glass windows, or maybe a disco ball or some black lights would drop from the ceiling, nightclub style.

Perhaps my imagination is a little too active? Eh, always has been. I remember a kid in junior high accusing me of daydreaming too much. As if he was personally offended that Earth Science did not hold my attention, and that I chose to ignore the antics of my fellow classmates.

With the offerings on tv this late at night, a good imagination is in order. Although Secretary is on; edited for tv, but still excellent. The score is so deceptively gentle yet decidedly eerie, the performances almost entrancing. I really should own at least the soundtrack.
And watch more James Spader movies.