I have done nothing today. I got to work, read my websites and my email, took a short nap in an empty office, walked around the office harassing people…and that’s about it. That’s my kind of Friday, people. Nothing happens, yet I get paid. It’s a beautiful system.

Mike got here last night! I am so happy to have him here. I didn’t cry when I saw him, as I feared I might. I gave him his birthday presents, then we went out for dinner. I talked his ear off! That is one thing I’ve noticed that must be a product of living alone: I have tons to say and no one to say it to! Poor Mike was my captive audience last night as I talked about everything from a puppy I saw in a window to our stupid office jokes. Good thing he had a margarita to get him through my blabbering.

Right now, Mike is walking around Times Square all by himself! My office is right by Times Square, so he’s out exploring until I feel like I’ve been at work long enough to be able to leave! Then I’m going to meet up with him and take him over to Rockefeller Center to look at the Christmas Tree. I haven’t done that yet. Then we’ll take the subway home, change, and head out for his birthday dinner! I know he won’t read this before we go to dinner, so I’ll say that we are going here. I know he will like it, since his family is from Portugal. I’m so hungry, I can’t wait to eat. The rest of the weekend will be lots of sight seeing and eating. The perfect weekend! Yay!

I will leave you with an actual conversation I had yesterday on the phone at work. I answered and a man said, with a kind of hip-hop accent, “Yeah, this A&R? Would you be interested in a song about Lezbos?” I paused, then said, “excuse me?” “You know, Lezbos. It’s a song about Lezbos, from a man’s perspective.” “Lezbos?” I said back. “Yeah, Lezbos. You want it?” “Send it in, I’d be very interested to hear it,” I told the man. Then I told all the guys in my office. Needless to say, they are very excited to hear the Lezbo Song. I hope it delivers what it promises.