Nameless, faceless corporate drone.

I feel like the world’s worst blogger. Or maybe just the world’s worst human.

I’ve been working like a crazy woman all week. As in, working late, coming home, then working some more. Waking up in the middle of the night, thinking about work, not being able to go back to sleep, and deciding I should just get up and work. Then, next thing I know, I’ve slept through my alarm and am late for – you guessed it – work.

Balance? Huh? Whaaa?

But I have managed to walk Dachshund Nation every day this week. Tuesday night, I managed to coerce them to go to bed at 9:30. So, little victories. But I haven’t even had time to watch my DVRed Miss Universe Pageant, chock full o’ national heritage costumes and hosted by Mr. Bret Michaels.

Now? Now, it’s almost the weekend. And I promise to have something – anything – to write about then that will be at least marginally interesting.