Some good news: I got an office at work. My very own one, with a door and a massive window that has a view of some of the trees in Central Park and also a bit of Carnegie Hall. This is nice. After all these years of sitting in a cube in one of those employee corrals, it's pretty sweet to have some space to myself. I know that complaining about stuff like having to sit in a cube-space is the stuff of Dilbert cartoons, but seriously, that's why that cartoon is so popular, because working in a cube does suck, and people enjoy laughing about how much life sucks.

Other good news: SPX weekend is almost upon us. Aliza and I will be driving down to Bethesda tomorrow with Radtke, our pals Alex and Kristen, and Tony "The Mad Shitter" Consiglio. I've got plenty of Gabagool! #4's and #5's to sell, and I'm pretty psyched about it.

Not feeling great today. The weekend started off well, although I don't really remember what we did friday night. Saturday was spent getting ready for and going to a friend's wedding, and sunday was a barbeque with all the folks (mine and Aliza's). We got back to the city early sunday evening, and sometime between then and last night I slid into a mopey depression which I'm still feeling now. It's mainly because things aren't going great at work, but the cold, rainy, inactive Labor Day holiday probably didn't help.

Reading a fun little book about our nation's Vice-Presidents called "Bland Ambition". It gives a little bio about each one in a very humorous but still informative way. I wouldn't mind being Vice-President. Apparently you don't have to do anything at all, unless of course the president is killed or something. But aside from that, you can just coast for four years and live in the Vice-President's mansion in Washington D.C. I don't think that's what you're supposed to take from reading the book (I think we're supposed to think these were all men of low ambition - thus the clever title of the book) but I'm sorry, the way I feel right now, I don't think it would be such a bad deal.