So what does Mr. Supersexy do on a Saturday night?

Well, I wouldn’t know, since I’m not Mr. Supersexy.

What I did was got my sister’s blankety-blank Candyswap data at Eight-blankety-blank-thirty and I spent the rest of the evening trying to fix the damn data for the thing. Maybe it would have been quicker to do it by hand, or without drinking beer.

The candyswap thing is sort of like Secret Santa, but with candy and without any attachment to the pagan ceremonies at the end of the year. The big problem is when one of the screechy hens candy swap participants accidentally gets her candy from the same person twice in a row. It causes great consternation and rending of garments along with the usual complaints to the organizer including calling of names. I have the database to try to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
Thursday also sucked because I had a stomach ailment with the attendant weakness (even light-headedness) which forced me to leave the joyful office atmosphere of Megacorp before my usual late-afternoon quitting time. And Friday I tried to work from home but I ended up helping my friend Sun with her broken internet connection in NEW YORK CITY (over the phone, even) and had to recover by drinking this fruity drink called a, “Thunder Bunny,” because I thought it would be funny. It wasn’t so funny this morning. The biggest fun I had today was paying $30 for a ‘flu shot.

Oh, where are the carefree days when Il wasn’t addicted to World of Warcraft and we’d go to the strip clubs on Saturdays?