Indeed. I looked out the window. It was snowing wet snow that clung to the windows. Snow flakes hit the window and form droplets and eventually they reach critical mass and slide down the glass. I imagined them screaming as they slid down the window pane.

There was something wrong with this fucking laptop. The project manager said "Do we need to get someone else involved?" I'm it, lady. She means well, but I'm not in the mood for people telling me how to do my job today. There's no water off a duck's back at 9:47am on this dank Monday morning. I should get counseling for these anger issues.

I should tell her that I don't come down to her office and tell her how to do her job. I don't tell her how to have too many meetings and never accomplish or understand anything and waste everyone's time.

I should call it a day. I can hear the administrative assistant talking on the phone about her father's open heart surgery. I should ask her if she wants to go get a drink. Not in a date or sexual way, just because I think we're both having a shitty day. The image of me and the administrative assistant sitting at the upscale bar in the hotel lobby next door getting plastered on White Russians cheers me up a little bit. Not much.

Maybe it's this weather.

I was at a party on Saturday night. I know Joe Greene and Tall Joel are really into cooking, so I said "You know, there are really only two spices. Green and red. Green spices are herby and red spices are spicy, and it doesn't really matter what specific green or red spices you add. Basil, rosemary, tarragon, they're all the same thing."

They went fucking crazy. I was half drunk. "What about cumin! Cumin isn't green or red. What about Fennel seeds?!"

"No one really cooks with cumin or fennel seeds" I responded. "You guys have just been watching too much 'Good Eats'".