The other day I was home alone and I was doing some cleaning. Also, the dog was out of her cage and she was mostly just laying around watching me scurry from one pile of mess to the other. At one point, I left the apartment to take the trash down to the dumpster. When I walked in the door, I caught a glimpse of the dog jumping down from the dinner table where I am sure she was helping herself to any remains of a former run to McDonald's. So I did what anyone would (and should) do, I yelled at her and called her a 'bad dog.' She drooped her head and cleaverly avoided me; if i had been able to reach her, I would have pounded her. She knows that she's not supposed to be on the table, but whenever nobody's looking she's the queen of the apartment.

So, today I am the only one in the office and I feel a little bit like the dog on the table. It is very tempting to not do anything. I could play any one of the 5 guitars sitting in here, i could surf the web, i could take a nap, call a friend, pick my nose, whatever. I don't like being the only one here because for some strange I am more compelled to work when others are working around me. When others are busy at their desk, I am too. When there's down-time and people are 'chatting' so am I. I basically just adapt to the current office setting. When I'm by myself, it is just harder to focus, Daniel Son! Well, back to work.