Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?
--Woody Allen

That's easy...there's only 26 letters in the alphabet while there are an infinite number of...oh, it's a joke. Ha ha...funny...

Today I continued my learning how to do our company's billing and I must say, it was quite the eye opener. We go through about 2 million dollars a month and even though about 1.5 million is just cash advances for payment, we still have to account for all that money. The system we have set up doesn't even qualify as Jurassic...it's more like Paleozoic. Hell, I'm surprised our CFO isn't using an abacus at this point. He's still using Symphony, an old program from the eighties that barely functions on the new operating systems and combines it sloppily with the newer Windows Office in a way that is so Byzantine I'm surprised we haven't gone bankrupt yet. I really need to go through it once he's shown me exactly what the hell he's doing and figure out a way to get us caught up to at least the 90s at this point.

I headed for the gym after a very frustrating day of dealing with the ridiculous billing system and managed to not hurt myself. I've just started lifting weights again and I'm gonna take it nice and slow; no need to end it before I begin by knocking my back out of whack again. What I'm trying to do is get into better shape and health before I head off on my vacation in March; let's face it, Vietnam and Cambodia aren't known for their hygenic lifestyles...I'd like to come back from there with my liver still intact. I worked out the shoulders and the triceps which seemed to go o.k., then I rode the stationary bike for a half hour. I would have ran, but my legs are still sore from the basketball game yesterday. I have to say that the bikes they have at the gym are much cooler than a real bike; the seat is almost like a full car seat and you can almost lounge while you work out. It's certainly better on the crotch.

I'm going to read some more of the book that I've put off for so long now, Cryptonomicon. I'm about 350 pages in and it feels like it should have been about 50. This Neal Stephenson is a good writer, but Jesus, man, I don't need to know every little fucking detail! It's like he's getting paid by the word or something. Maybe he learned to write by reading Tom Clancy novels...