12:16 AM:

Aside: Today was the second anniversary of The Crash. Coincidentally, I went back to my ocular plastic surgeon yesterday. He's now of the opinion that I'll probably be best off not having any surgery done at all. But I'm to return in a year, and we'll see what the story is then.

This is Erin's fault.

1. Open up your CD player, what's inside?
In the 5 CD changer:
Marc Anthony (self-titled)
Paula Abdul: Forever Your Girl
Mormon Tabernacle Choir: Songs from America's Heartland
Suzanne Vega (self-titled)
Atypically, one slot is vacant.

2. Look in your VCR, is there a movie?
A videotape containing VH1's "Behind the Music" on Weird Al, and a Weird Al concert. It also contains a couple of second-rate cable shows, partly obliterated by a barely-visible episode of "Sesame Street" (I forgot to take the tape out of the VCR, and the antenna was in the wrong position), and a short clip of Christina Ricci on "Late Night With Conan O'Brien."

3. If there happens to be music playing right now, what is it?
Nope. But the TV is on, and a Drew Carey rerun is currently on the air.

4. What are you wearing?
Blue T-shirt, blue sweatpants, white sneakers, black yarmulke. Today was a writing day. I dress strictly for comfort on writing days.

5. Look down, what's the first thing that catches your eye?
My slippers. Plus the floor, eye-catching in that it's actually visible.

6. Turn on your TV if it's not on already, what network is it?
Oh, here's the TV question. It's the local Fox affiliate. With a rerun of an ABC show in syndication.

7. Look out the window, what's the weather like?
I can't get to the window, given the stuff stacked in front of it, and as it's nighttime, I wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. But it's clear and warm out there.

8. If you were to hit redial on your phone right now, where would it call?
My boss's cell phone. Long story.

9. Say "hello?" out loud, did anyone answer?
Nope. I'm the only one here.

10. What are you planning on doing next as soon as you get offline?
Getting back to work on the camp newsletter. Again, long story.

4:14 AM:

"You cannot say such things to me," she whispered. "I have pepper spray."

I probably owe you mail, not to mention more frequent updates. Sorry about that. Color War's underway, I've got two more issues of the camp newsletter to write over the next few days, and let's not even get into the little matter of my need to start packing up my apartment for the big move, which will be in less than two weeks. So, umm, go read Jen, okay? I'll be back later.