8pm on a Tuesday…

…and I’m going in 11.5 hours at the office.

Granted, I blew a good couple hours slacking off this morning when I was still dazed from spinning, mostly on LJ and Trillian and personal e-mail…but still…

I’m negotiating one more deal over AIM and then I’m going to drink martinis at Fiction. Between the 6:15am spinning class, the way-too-long workday and the martinis, I think I can say that I’m back at the same level of yuppiedom I was in 1999 (although that was kickboxing & margaritas)

Now, if I only had the thighs I had in 1999, I’d be delighted.