Last night I told my coworkers that the reason I'm quitting smoking is for the promise of sex every day for a month. One of the females asked, "Do you want sex every day for a month?" I was like, "Hell, yeah." Another female coworker said "Well what's one hour in twenty-four?" I said, "No, the problem's going to be limiting it to one hour instead of three or four." Everybody's jaws dropped with choruses of "dang"s, and the one male at the table asks, "Should I give you a high five for that?" Hell, yeah. So we did a hard high five over the table.

I also told them about the Penthouse story. Not about the plot, just that it exists.

This morning on the train I was reading and minding my own business when I felt a little nasal drip start. You know how somehow, maybe it's the difference in viscosity or something, you can tell that it's blood and not your average clear nose leakage? Well, this was it. You're on your way to work. You're in your work clothes. You don't have a tissue. And your nose starts bleeding on a crowded train. What do you do?

I was mostly thinking, "Shit. Don't roll down my lip, don't roll down my lip." I tipped my head back. Casually sniffed a lot like a coke addict. Felt the stream flow down the back of my throat. Pretended to keep reading. I had no real proof that my nose was bleeding, but I knew that if I put my hand up to my nose, it would come away with blood on it, something I didn't want the other passengers to notice, and that the invisible force field that was still holding the blood inside the nostril would be breached. Gah. I did make it to my office (and tissues) without bleeding out. Ironically, I was reading a vampire novel.

Sat next to a woman at lunch who reeked like a distillery.

Tomorrow we leave for Savannah. I'm taking the computer and I'll update if I can. I told Deb that one of the things I was looking most forward to was eating all the great road snacks she got for us. Toffee and peanut popcorn, sesame sticks, Pepperidge Farm cracker trio for cheese, and chocolate chunk mini cookies. That'll make the boring stretch of highway between here and the Southeast coast a little more palatable.

For now, family dinner is over, I'm sprawled on the couch on my back, Angel's lying across my feet, Deb's massaging Jake's shoulders, and Sara's back on duty after coming by for her dinner break. I still have to pack and do dishes, but there'll be time enough in the morning.