For posterity

Just wanted to get a date and time signature on this post and whine about the fact that I'm writing it at work. Which I kept thinking about last night, for some ridiculous reason. "Where will the boxes go when the reviewers finish the first level? Which ones should go in the locked room, where the laptops are stored? How many do I need to put on the sign-out sheet for people working tomorrow? When are my co-workers coming in so I can tell them step 2 and I can leave?" Really, really sad. If I have to think about work when I'm lying in bed, couldn't it at least be intense fantasies resembling cheap porno flicks - screw that, EXPENSIVE porno flicks - that take place in office buildings? The kind of things that will make me blush when I run into certain people the next day, or feel a flush of heat next time I'm using the scanner?