I sort of doubt that many other vampires wake up in the middle of the "night" in a cold sweat over work. It's a sign of a sick mind to pace the floor with insomnia due to concerns over whether or not you ordered that last bit of stock or replied to that email inquiry about the function next week.

*SIGH*

I'm living the life of the undead but the only problem is I'm not a vampire, I'm just a zombie.

Also over-worked.

Though, it must be said, I can handle it. I have always been good at kicking ass. Just pity the employee who crosses me right now. *cough*youknowwhoyouare*cough*

"Do you ever wonder why
this music gets you high
it takes you on a ride
Feel it when your body starts to rock
baby you can't stop
and the music's all you got
this must be pop"

My obsession with NSync knows no bounds. Distance can't dim it. Different cultures can't quash it. Much to everyone's chagrin I am about to become a thirty year old NSync fiend. It's especially odd considering they aren't even together any more. I have JC's album and it's alright. Nothing great, but okay. I have Justin's album and of course it's brilliant. But everybody thinks it's brilliant. It's now cool to like Justin Timberlake. Still, nothing equals NSync to me. Backstreet can't touch them (and why won't they just break up already?) and solo albums aren't a consolation. So probably the greatest modern-day irony (or karma, depending on how you look at it) is that the ONLY part of my vast CD collection that didn't get translated onto my MP3 player last year for the trip was... NSync. I had no NSync for the journey. So I have spent the last year and a bit re-collecting my NSync albums. And along the way I have had to confess to a whole new set of friends that yes, I am a twenty-nine year old NSync fiend.

At first my friends scoffed. Then they realized I was serious and were alarmed. They tried to reason with me. They refused to listen to NSync even remotely from other rooms. I persevered, though. There is no single song in the world that can lift a bad mood or erase a bad day for me as cleanly and thoroughly as "Bye Bye Bye" can. Eventually everybody just gave in. My boyfriend now voluntarily puts on NSync if I come home from work grumpy. My friend Eliza grooves to them with me on lazy mornings off. I like NSync. That's just the way it is. Homie knows this better than anyone. He lived the motto "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" because hating NSync around me will only make you miserable given the number of times I play them. Isn't that right, Homie?

My collection is now nearly complete. Okay, that's a lie. I have the entire Japanese import CD of No Strings Attached, the Gone single, the Pop single, and Tearin Up My Heart from their first album. I'm still coming up alarmingly short in the NSync department. If anybody feels like gifting me with their first album (creatively titled "NSync") or their last album (perhaps even less creatively titled "Celebrity"), I wouldn't say no.

Also, if anybody knows a way to get them back together, I'm in! I'll sign anything to get them back together. The way I hear it, Justin's the one we need to work on. He's the one who's "too big for NSync" now. Lance didn't make it to space, Joey works Broadway sporadically, I've never heard of Chris' clothing line, have you?, and JC's solo debut was less than inspiring. So I figure they're in. We just need to work on Justin. At this rate I'm starting to believe Cameron Diaz is this decade's Yoko Ono.

"Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about
what's the deal with this pop life
and when is it gonna fade out?
Thing you got to realize, what we're doin is not a trend
we got the gift of melody
we're gonna bring it till the end"

True that, Justin. True that.