Help, I'm at work and have nothing to do!

I can't focus!  I've done all the task that are the least bit interesting or demanding, but all the little stuff is just  beyond my ability to concentrate on.  But who cares about work?  You want to read about my tawdry weekend, don't cha?
So this Saturday begin my week long job of dog and house sitting.  It's always fun to be in someone else's home without them there.  Especially if they have made an investment in a nice bed and a great sound system.  And a fireplace in the bedroom.  Anyway I spent the weekend alone, M went to visit her kin, which means I spent hours watching TV and drinking.  I got to watch Seven, that was nice.  I also got to watch HBO's Real Sex 4.  It was great, the whole thing was from '91, it was a lesson in following trends more than anything else.  The tip off that this documentary was not from this decade was the blond hair.  The frizzy, big, Totally Hair Barbie, kind of blond hair. And the clothes, shoulder pads galore, plenty of neon, women actually wearing one piece bathing suits, the people in lose t-shirts, not the elegant slim fit ones we have today.  Oh, and overalls.  The show wasn't the least bit titillating, or titillatin' as I would say. I think it seemed so tame because I live in the age of the internet, where hostesses, upon running out of ways to entertain, resort to subjecting their guest to eel porn.  Maybe the Taschen books have ruined the simple blond, tan, snub nosed 1990s strippers of the world for me?  No, that can't be it.
Anyway, suffice to say that I spent my weekend doing nothing.