Bored bored bored. So bored. My-eyelids-are-like-lead bored. Miles is locked away in some meeting...I hear a lot of laughing going on...must be a somber affair. An hour ago, he popped his head in my office, casting a strip of paper my direction. There, I noted 3 web addresses (written sloppily). "Hon, take a look at those."

I glance up to ask why, but he's already returned to the grave assembly. 3 e-commerce sites. How long can a person look at 3 e-commerce sites? I'll tell you, not very long. Eyelids are heavier. Websites are boring-er.

Jason is off meeting a new client...he has not witnessed my zombie-like stare into the monitor. I gaze into its depth as though it holds the meaning of life. It does not. I am inventing excuses to keep my eyes open. Each blink takes longer to execute than the time before.

I need sleep...

...or chocolate.