Another day at the warehouse. It’s a quiet day, and I’m imagining thousands of people happily munching on their chocolates, the last thought on their minds calling the support line. I forgot to bring anything to drink and am terribly thirsty; when I’m working from home, the fridge is just a few steps away. At least there’s enough chocolate to eat.

This month has really flown by, and it’s hard to believe that 2005 is right around the corner. Once again I’m going to have to get used to writing the new year on my checks.