I’ve become that specific sub-class of yuppie: the one that works all day, only to arrive home just before midnight to fire up the ‘puter and rock out on another task. Good for me. Then again, having some drive to create and do new things somehow mitigates that possibility of emptiness on the horizon, so we’re going to stay positive about this. Right? Right? In any case, I’m going to continue a lie that I promulgated in college, namely, that I work better late at night.

Song of the moment: ‘Landslide,’ Fleetwood Mac. It was playing in the car on the way home and, like any good rock ballad, sticks like peanut butter on the brain.

Drink of the moment: Tab. Where would we be without it? Answer: In a world without aspartame. And if I can’t have cancer-causing sweeteners, I’m sick of this shambling reality.