Working non-stop

Haven't had a chance to talk about the modern dance concert I went to, or the rat a saw destroying a McDonald's ketchup packet at the 14th St station waiting for the uptown A. Haven't worked out in what seems like ages. I did take time today to read MSN gossip where Portia forget-her-last-name (Ellen's girlfriend) discussed her eating disorder, which, at the worst point she was 5'8" and 82 pounds. Unfortunately that sounds more fascinating than repulsive to me.