UPDATE:
Ok, so apparently this little entry is a bit confusing. Sorry about that. Basically, I wrote a little ditty on how Fridays often involve a lot of sitting around, procrastinating, and counting the hours and minutes until Happy Hour begins. It was a funny little piece, I do believe, but one that may possibly have given the (false) impression that I partake in this very un-work-ethical behaviour. Now, you know I’m a stellar, dedicated employee who eagerly assesses epidemiological software in Sub-Saharan Africa, so, to that end, didn’t want to jeopardize my position as such. So, removed the entry (temporarily) but, never fear, it will be back in some form, somewhere on the site, once I retrieve it from it’s ‘saved on my computer’ state and upon my return from not-as-sunny-as-it-should-be San Diego. (Which is an entry in itself that I can guarantee is forthcoming once I recover from all that it has been thus far…)

On another note, I’m famous. (For real this time, and I’m not talking about the January 2002 issue of Cosmo) Only problem, no one knows that it’s me. A quandary, you see. My little entry from last October, entitled “A Letter” (found at: http://www.aubreysabala.com/blog/archives/000015.html) has been circulating the Internet, both domestically and (according to my favorite person ever BK), internationally. You may have even received it, bastardized, of course. Amuse me and check out the original text…and then figure out a way that I can fund my writing career by receiving royalties on it.

So, that’s that. Until I return, try and keep your Joe Millionaire & Bachelorette finales (next Monday and Wednesday, respectively) anticipatory angst in check…