I am the servant of the power behind the nothing

So I get to work this morning and my phone isn't working. Tuesday- you already suck and it's only 9:51 am. (I'm sorry to be so harsh Tuesday...it's just that, in all honesty, you are the worst day of the week)
Last night I watched Dinner for Five b/c Dave Eggers was one of the guests. I love this man. I'm a little obsessed w/ him. I remember reading HWOSG and having a crush on him b/c I found him so unbelievably funny/witty/brilliant. It's weird to see him in the flesh as opposed to the mental image I had when I read the book. I bet it would be a little like meeting me in person...you assume I'm this gorgeous specimen of a human being (it's the way I describe watching tv that does it for you) when in all actuality I'm struggling for "I could do worse". Oh, self deprication.
What else did I do last night? Let me think...I layed around, and then I layed around some more. Yeah, I'm not one for mixing it up. You should know this by now.
I'm ready for the weekend, my reasons being 3-fold:
1) Emily and Bre will be here.
2) I like the weekend.
3) I hate work.
Okay, on to a serious note. I feel like I can no longer ramble on about nothing. Not b/c it's pointless (that's another issue altogether) but b/c I have nothing left to say. How can I run out of stuff to talk about when all I talk about is nothing? You can't run out of nothing, can you? I knew this day would come, but I thought it would be when I was older and probably too senile to realize it. Not at 24, not now. I hope my friends will keep me around, to remember the good times.
R.