There's no place like home, there's no place like home

The Wizard of Oz was on Sunday night. I was so delighted, I actually bounced in my chair a little and clapped. Of course, I was also wine-soaked, which heightened my delight a wee bit. But I digress...

As I spend the day fantasizing about inflicting severe pain on many, many coworkers, I'm beginning to think this whole corporate thang ain't me. I was seduced by the Internet industry five years ago and led to believe that a corporate environment could be made uncorporate by beer, a dog and an X-Box. Not true.

So I'm making a New Year's resolution early -- by the end of 2004, I will be spending my days at home, clad in pajamas and a tiara, writing and making bracelets and getting paid for it. If this doesn't happen, I will get breast implants and become a porn star.