Or is that nerdiciously? Whatever! I like the title now, so that's one thing to chalk off my list before I die.

I got home, and Michelle sent me over to my neighbor's with Brendan to pick up yet another computer desk. That makes three in my possession. My old one is in Kristen's room where I foolishly thought she'd use it to work at instead of piling up generic pieces of paper, rocks and other trinkets of her own design. Oh well, it leaves more room on her floor for the more important stuff. The one my parents gave me is now my main desk. I work tirelessly here to bring you quality entertainment and keep myself from any semblance of a social life in Calgary.

I thought I'd put the new desk...Aw, who am I kidding! There's no real reason for having it that I can think of. Not unless I'm about to go corporate and branch off into the basement where we're actually putting the desk. I guess I need to hire a secretary now.

So I was conversing with Mercedes via email today, and she related something rather embarrassing that happened to her in a very professional situation. What was it, you ask. I'm not telling you; are you crazy? I just wanted her to squirm thinking I was going to tell the world about her little problem, but, oh no! I'm going to let the world use their imaginations. Bwaaaaaaah!