The stress of knowing I have to confront Emotionally Disturbed Roommate is rearing its ugly head, making me hoover everything in sight. It's quite evident that I've been eating the cookies that a record company brought in for us earlier this afternoon, since my fingers have turned blue from the blue sugar crunchy things that were decorating the cookies.

Speaking of music-related things, some Arizona company had to pay the Recording Industry Association of America $1 million because they allowed employees to share MP3s on an internal server. Someone told on the company by sending the RIAA an anonymous e-mail -- which I don't believe, since there's no such thing as an anonymous e-mail anymore -- and the company decided to pay the RIAA $1 million rather than go to court. Here's what bothers me: If Kazaa and Gnutella can get off the hook because they say their technologies can be used to file-share other things besides MP3s, how in hell can this private company be held accountable for the contents of their internal servers? All they would have to do is move a few Word documents or Excel spreadsheets or what-have-you over to that server, and they can claim that it's being used to share legitimate documents. If the RIAA demands they stop the music file-sharing, it's within their bounds to do that. But a million dollar fine? I'm not so sure that sits well with me, and it makes me feel like Big Brother is reaching into the private sector a little too deeply.

Boy, can I tell my horoscope is full of it today. It begins "even though you're a natural athlete..." Pshaw, I say. Pshaw, indeed.