I was smelling markers at work today. Don't worry. They were Mr. Sketch markers and they made me long for the FARC front desk like nothing else. If I had a J. Crew handy I'd tear into that sucker.


There's a song. Actually there are lots, but the one I'm thinking of has a chorus that says, "I'm a hopeless romantic. You're just hopeless." It's a good song. Trust me. I think I used to be a hopeless romantic, but now; you guessed it - hopeless.


Oh yea, I nearly forgot. I'm pissed at Maslow. You might know him from his famous "Hierarchy of needs". Jerk.