I'm insane. Or stupid.

I just asked the boss for more work. So now I'm tracking the budget, from the lists I've been creating for her for the past year or so...taking the prices from the items actually entered into the catalog every month and putting them into the budget by line-item. I'm such a wonk: it makes me happy to do stuff like this.

Because, Lord knows, I don't have enough work.

On the other hand, there is yet another gorgeous hunk o' man in the building right now, just on the other side of the wall behind my computer screen. He more-or-less looks like this. Only with longer hair and a very cool laptap just slightly larger than a steno pad. He and his computer are quite nice-looking. More proof that I'm a wonk.

Maybe all this is because I'm hormonal?