Weirdly, the new naked Daniel Radcliffe doesn’t look half bad. I wonder if he can pull off multiple facial expressions too.

Whew! The other day I was in a revolving door, and I severely annoyed the people in the other compartments because I was pushing too hard and too fast. I mean, I felt like I was just helping them out, but…

I don’t know if native New Yorkers are always pushy, or if bridge-and-tunnelers like myself are pushy because we LOSE THREE HOURS OF OUR LIVES DAILY to the commute. Or maybe it’s just me. I know I should get out of the kitchen if I can’t take the heat, but I feel fine. It’s everyone else who can’t take it. Weenies.

On the bright side, I just deposited a paycheck. Even better, direct deposit should kick in by the time the next pay period ends.

Tonight, had dinner with Rho & Mar. Lamb chops and cabernet. Sweeeet.

And my lovely ex-roommate just gave me a birthday present of three box sets of “Smallville!” So now I have all the seasons that really count! (Season 4 is best forgotten, no matter what drugs you have to take to do it.) Yes, I am deeply ashamed.

Is George Takei suddenly everywhere, or what? Not that I’m complaining.

Highlights of the past week include my mother’s liver, onion and (turkey) bacon over rice on Sunday. Yuuum. And yesterday I threw up after I showered (the exact wrong order to do things), washed the puke out of my hair, tore a contact lens, lost my metrocard, one glove and a scarf, and STILL managed to get to work early, which I had promised to do. And a guy from work bought me some protein shake mix in a jar that is BIGGER THAN MY HEAD. And even though I am an admin, they trust me enough to do some light analyst work. I rock. Now all I have to do is somehow clean all the congealed vomit out of the rug next to my bed. Well, one day at a time.

Wow. I totally blistered the hell out of my hands using the rowing machine at the gym. No way am I wearing gloves, though. Gloves are for sissies. Now, back to some nice, non-painful running.

In a Nutshell

I’m easing into the receptionist gig and trying to develop “people skills.” I have also started using the rowing machine at the gym in an attempt to develop some upper body strength. I’m probably not using it correctly, but I AM armed with all the knowledge the internet sees fit to give.

I’m reading about agriculture until I can get myself to the library to pick up my reserved books. I finally ordered a copy of “The Keep” from Barnes & Noble. I hope it’s as good as the auhor’s previous novel, “Look at Me,” which I loved.

Plus, the word on the internet is that the latest episode of “Smallville” didn’t suck!

My Birthday, Take 2

All right, any of you in the NYC area who would like to celebrate MY 30th birthday (briefly), we are satisfying my cravings for ribs at 9:30 tonight, at the Dallas BBQ on 72nd St. between Central Park West and Columbus. I apologize for the chain-ness of the venue, but it’s so nicely close to my bus stop! And, you know, there will be ribs.

It’s kind of weird to be drinking wine alone and watching the Macworld keynote address, isn’t it? I think the iPhone looks cool — if only I didn’t hate phones. And, you know, talking to people.

Well, I’m off to Detroit for business training!

You’re jealous, I know you are.

Super

I’m really digging “Superman Returns,” but I have to wonder: Is it really a good movie, or is my enjoyment the byproduct of a previously latent love of/nostalgia for the John Williams theme music? Gah!