this morning, upon my arrival at corporate central, i had to hit the men's room due to the extra super large coffee i had downed on the way to the train. as i opened the door, three enormous cockroaches scurried away in a panic. yes, three enormous cockroaches. in the mens room. is it a cigar club for the insect crowd after hours? i mean, what? yuck.

you know how at most chain fast food restaurants, there is some piped in lite rock or some such non-offensive musak that seems to offend just about everybody, meaning me? well, today's crime against nature was billy joel's honesty. but then i found myself singing along with the chorus, just like the tired, unreconstructed sap i am.