January 02, 2002 | 1:48 PM

I am suffering today from a spiritual hangover. I am sitting in my office with the door closed and the shade pulled down so that no one can bother me.

I should have stayed home and snuggled under the blankets in my pink candy cane pajamas with a mug of earl grey, watching lousy Sandra Dee movies and munching on grilled cheese sandwiches.

Instead I am here forcing smiles and "Happy New Years" to people I really do like, but have absolutely no desire to see right now, attempting to get the selfish and mean spirited copy machine to work properly for once, returning dull and irrelevant emails with equally dully and irrelevant emails, ignoring voice mail messages from functionally retarded individuals working in dystfunctional departments asking me questions that have nothing to do with my job description, and just attempting to hide from the world.

Give me a day. I'll be better tomorrow.

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