Stephen Mejias

It's not that I'm suffering from writer's block or anything queer like that, it's just that there's a lot going on in the office and in life. The difficult thing for me, when it comes to writing, is making sense of all these little red and white ideas hanging down from the ceiling like origami birdies. I'd prefer to spend my entire day writing.

Singing:

I was startled by a song:

Holiday office parties can be a hoot.

"Two studs going out on the prowl. Watch out ladies, here they come," Elizabeth teased.


"Yeah," I said. "Ha-ha."

When I think about how I spent my time this weekend — eating and drinking with friends, listening to music, watching the Giants beat the Cowboys to gain sole possession of first place in the NFC East — I really have no complaints. These are all great things. Why then, when you ask me how my weekend was, do I sigh and say: "It was okay, I guess"?

I look up and smile, nod my head, and respond: "You might be right about that."