Amok, Amok, Amok…
My wife and family are out of town visiting relatives, and I have a rare opportunity to run amok, to partake in guilty pleasures, to let my hair down, to get jiggy wit it (No, I haven’t a clue what that means)…
Turns out I’m plain boring. Or too old. Or too married. Or something.
Do I invite a houseful of women over for a tantalizing, mouthwatering, no-holds-barred orgy? No. Because there’s no incentive to go home, 
I stay at work until about 8:30 p.m., trying to figure out a puzzler I’m having with an open-source ASP project I’ve been recently working on. Even now, I can barely push it out of my mind long enough to concentrate on writing this drivel. I also stayed late because I didn’t get to work this morning until 10:15, a victim of catching the easily caught felt-like-sleeping-in bug. That, despite the presence of two cans of spray-on whipping cream in the fridge beckoning for a frigid nipple or two.
Or three or four… Or six…
Do I leave work, drive to the bank, withdraw $100, and make a beeline for the closest strip joint? No. I left work, drove to the nearby shopping mall where I did actually withdraw some cash from the ATM, and ate Japanese from an authentically traditional, partitioned, white Stryrofoam container. Not some Japanese tart, crumpet, or bit o’ honey, that is. Sukiyaki beef. Japanese food.
Do I kick back with a couple of stoagies, rent an X-rated DVD or click over to a raunchy pay-per-view movie, slugging down a six-pack of my favorite distilled or fermented beverage? No. Instead I sit here writing this blog (twice, since I accidentally lost the first draft!), trying at the same time to pay attention to the CSI and ER reruns droning on in the background on the bøøb tube. No bøøbš. No tubes, either. I might even follow that up with a bit of Unreal Tournament or Return to Castle Wolfenstein, just to get my mind further off ASP code.
And, hey, last night I worked late, too, paid some bills, and analyzed web server logs!
For fun! Just for the heck of it!
I haven’t yet figured out whether or not it’s sad that I didn’t even think about doing these carnal things until I sat down to write my daily blog, or that even after I thought about them, I still had no desire whatsoever to participate in the raucous activities. I actually unregrettably enjoyed just doing what I did do, living out my ordinary work-filled life. I even told Monica (as I called her to tell her that I was not going to carpool at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow and that I planned on sleeping in again) that I liked working late into the evening for a change.
Woo hoo! Party animal!
Does Viagra await next?!
