Working from home & other things that don't suck

I haven't worn underwear in 48 hours. I've spent all the last two days in my PJs and slippers. It's like being Hef. Well, OK, not entirely. I don't smoke a pipe and there's a deplorable lack of half-naked women in my apartment. But otherwise the comparison is spot-on. The laptop is set up on the kitchen table and there's been a steady stream of work-related emails flying out to various parts of the eastern US, England and Asia. Quiet music accompanies the tapping of the keys (at the moment it's a track off of Yann Tiersen's wonderful Amelie soundtrack), which is a vast improvement over the constant chatter of SalesDouche, CompulsiveWhiner and LadyCoughAllDay. Needless to say, I'm not missing CubicleHell one bit.