And I was concerned about not getting home until 10 p.m. or so...

I can't seem to convince myself to do anything productive this evening. I've been off the job since around 2:30, but I've been goofing off in a manner that resembles Friday afternoons at Truman. What, work on actual projects? Don't I deserve this free time? The thought occurred to me that I don't know what to do with myself without the daily battle against the cardboard boxes.

Sadly, I may resort to addicting games.com or MSN games or things of that ilk to entertain myself by the end of the day. Or, you know, go unpack or work on my still-unfinished leadership project.

Nah.