I'm still torn as to whether this change in responsibility is good or bad, but I am loving doing something different. I am organizing our international remediation plan. I LOVE organizing. I have developed a color coded matrix that Edward Tufte would be proud of.

"Detachable Penis" on the radio. They just don't write them like that anymore.

I interviewed the doula last night. I like her, we have similar views on birth. I was a little bit afraid that she might look real hippy-ish and talk about gaining strength from the goddess and talk about incense burning or something but she was pretty normal. She actually reminded me of a salesperson I worked with 10 years ago at the furniture store. This lady (who has the same first name as the doula, actually) was a heavy set woman who was about 4 feet tall. And she was recovering from cocaine addiction.

I never really knew people who did coke, at least not outside of the gay party boy crowd (and I barely knew them). I'm ashamed to admit that cocaine always held something of a disco-era mystique and glamour in my mind. This was completely incongruous with the frumpy 4 ft. tall lady, so that made her even more irresistibly fascinating. She told me all sorts of outrageous drug depraved coke stories and I hung on her every word. She looked a lot like the doula too.

I really wish I could remember coke-lady's last name. Because it would really suck if she turned out to be my doula. I don't think they are the same person, but they do look a lot alike and they have the same first name.

After a full day of work today, my presence is required at a going away dinner for a coworker. What is this, a law firm? At least its a free meal. I also have another going away meal, tomorrow for lunch. And lets not forget Dale Carnegie. It will be the highlight of my day.

Fact of the Day: unfrosted PopTarts have the same number of calories as frosted ones. And even the "reduced fat" ones have 190 calories per 'Tart. Not that I'm counting or anything.