Brain droppings

A year ago, when the opportunities were presenting themselves left and right for Casey and I to be wildly, unbelievably unprofessional, nobody seemed to blink or act as though anything was out of the ordinary.  Now that we have both moved past whatever temptations existed before and are nothing more than friends, people give us funny looks and drop pointed remarks to us (or about us) in conversation and are acting as though there is something going on.  WTF?

I've been hiding in my cubicle for most of the day because I badly need to do a color-correction on my  hair.  So why is today the day when everyone is coming out of the woodwork and seeing me during those rare moments when I venture into the hallway?  On a normal day, I can be all around the halls without encountering anyone for ages.  It's hard to fly under the radar when you look like Ronald McDonald.

If I started honestly answering the question "So, what did you do this weekend?" would folks stop asking?  "Well, I cleaned out my underwear drawer, went to the grocery, and sat on my fat ass reading blogs and TWoP recaps while eating leftover Halloween candy."  Yep, that's compelling conversation.

We got an extra hour of sleep this weekend.  Why am I still so tired?