I'm eating lunch at my desk today, listing to Whistle Down The Wind as I munch.

I hate eating at my desk. It's bad enough that I'm out in the open, so all of my office mates can walk by and watch me eat, but I'm also by the front door, so everybody next door at Ernst & Young can walk by and watch me eat, too. I wouldn't be concerned if not for the fact that they've got a couple of hotties working over there, and if not for the fact that just the other day one of them walked by and looked in at me just in time to see me shove an entire Hostess Gem into my mouth.

Hey, it's not like I've ever claimed to be ladylike.