I don’t really take my work home with me in any sense. By the time I’m in the elevator, if you ask me what I did that day I’d be at a loss – I’m that good. By dinnertime, I’m a little vague on my profession, and by morning it’s all I can do to find my way to the office. That’s why I was so amazed when Robin Wiatt bothered me so much that I couldn’t get her aggravated quibbling out of my head all weekend. Man, I hate her.