This morning, I went to Peete's and bought a cup of coffee. The second I got to my desk, I spilled the entire cup all over my desk. It went dripping off the back and onto the floor. I had to throw away my mouse pad because it was soaked.

"Good morning," I said to Food Guy.

Just for today, I can revert to old spilling habits.

I sit next to the Food Guy at work. He buys all the groceries and prepares a spread every morning. On most days we have bagels and fruit, including such choice items as coconut, grapes, raspberries, blueberries, mango, grapefruit and melon. On Fridays, like today, he makes quesadillas and fresh guacamole. The Man knows how to keep his drones gratefully droning on in front of their crappy computers. At least it works on me...guacamole and mango? It's like putting Jessica Lange in front of King Kong.

Anyway, it's a good thing that I'm being fed at work, as the dollar might not be worth enough to buy me a taco. Seeing as I don't have enough money in the bank to worry about having it disappearing into the ether, I can fantasize about what to do with the gold bricks I'll buy to keep my money safe. Maybe, I'll build a gold house and that way I at least have something to live in and know where my money's at.

Just for today, I'm happy to be fed.

Sorry, my blogs have been very short and not that sweet. That's because I've handed my soul over to The Man. It's far less emotionally exhausting than writing, yet much more time consuming. Not to mention, it's hard on my butt. I haven't sat this much since my last gig.

I'm wondering if principals (i.e., integrity) are a myth in 2008 America. Or, never existed. Certainly, one can't make a living in 2008 America with them. OR, I'm just a shallow, American consumer looking for the best shoe deal at DSW.

Just for today, I've left my integrity in the unemployment line.

P.S. I never stood in the unemployment line (I even lie in my blog).

The good news is that this day flew by faster than I could say "working sucks." The bad news is that I'm one day older, and none the wiser, or anything else that supposedly comes with age, for that matter.

Just for today, I can survive Monday.

One thing that I notice in office culture is that people really don't seem to thank God very often for Monday thru Thursday. Me, however, I have had some fantastic Mondays and terrible Fridays. I'm just plugged into a less rigid matrix.

Just for today, I can hear "T.G.I.F" a hundred times.

Back at work on some ad campaign that totally clashes with my values (good thing my moral integrity is at an all time low). My big joke this week was "I'll work for the man, but I draw the line at becoming his Facebook friend"...(ha?).

The reality is more like..."I'll whore myself for The Man, and judge people who spend as much time on Facebook as I do"...(haha?). At least I can call it R&D.

If I'm not making sense that's because my brain has been fried with Project Management Drama (the worst drug of all). Coming out of my Isolated Unemployment, I'm fresh to the high-speed intensity of corporate life. However, I'm sure that will change very soon, and by Friday I'll be jonesing for the Coffee Shop Creeps and zero structure.

Just for today, I can work for The Man (again).

I'm at Peete's Coffee on Montana Ave. in Santa Monica, Land of Little Dogs, Babies, and General Overall Fabulousness. I think the jeans worn by the average woman walking down the street costs more than my entire wardrobe. Ok, make that the average ensemble (sunglasses, shoes, jeans, and $150 tank top) - not including The Bag, which is probably worth the blue-book value of my Honda Civic.

I came here because I thought I might meet a better quality of Single Guy than at Coffee Shop Land. Nothing against D&D playing screenwriters, but, really, there's only so much I can talk about British TV shows.

Still, while the guys (and girls) walking around Montana Ave. are way hot, I'm not sure I can hang with this scene. I think the dog yapping is enough put me back on meds. Forget about the inferiority complex triggered by an abundance of flab-less thighs and fine-quality foot-wear.

Just for today, I can spend time in the Land of The Fabulous.

Yesterday, I had a job interview that was cancelled, rescheduled, and cancelled again. I haven't even started work, and already exhausted.

Just for today, I'm looking for a job.

"Blogging is the death of books," said Editor Lady to me today.

(I won't get into the fact that she mentioned this to me after reading my book proposal).

While I understand what she meant, I say, rather, that blogging is the death of blogging. It seems to be the art form for the totally undisciplined and lazy...or maybe that's just me.

Even if I didn't blog, my ideas would still burst forth in a spastic-old-water-hose-with-holes-all-over kind of way, like the one in front of my building (I'm sure there's tons of sexual innuendo I could mine if I had more inclination..). Linear thinking is for people who don't read their Cosmo horoscopes or value the power of making a wish when the clock says 11:11 (you've got two chances a day).

My excuse was always that blogging was at least a form of "writing," but maybe that's starting to wear thin....God, I hope I write a book soon.

Just for today, I can continue writing my blog.

I've recently reconnected with an Old Co-Worker Friend. We go back to the clueless days when our personal lives were a mess, and we bonded over relationships, coffee, and and The Vagina Monologues (that long ago). Well, seven years later and 15-20 lbs lighter, our personal lives are pretty much the same...

"...BUT we exercise more and eat better," she said the other night.

"It doesn't get any easier," she added. "We just learn to handle it better."

Well, that's kind of a bummer as I was hoping it would just get easier. Still, it's better than eating worse and gaining weight.

Just for today, I can see how much, or little has changed in my life.