I'm not really into clubby music, but Rihanna's "Don't Stop The Music" is like some kind of wonderful drug that costs you no money, runs you no risk of jail time and will never allow your loose-lipped bodyguard to score a spot on the Today Show talking about your lost weekend at the Mondrian.

It's the most-played track by a longshot on my new iPod Nano (aka my commuting iPod -- because, you know, my 5.5oz 80gb iPod was just too cumbersome). I'll be on the ferry on a gorgeous, cloudless day, with the sun on the Hudson and majestic Manhattan laid out in front of me, and my eyes will be closed, because no view that isn't the guy who makes your heart beat faster dancing with you in a dark and sweaty club is good enough. And this from someone who generally would rather be listening to an audiobook of War and Peace read by Gene Shalit than in a club.

Listen, watch and enjoy.

More from the "I wish I could fall asleep already" file:

* I finally joined Facebook. I'd resisted, but we're doing this cool thing with them at work, so I had to. And damned if I'm not getting sucked into the gadgets! I mean, clearly, the Z Zone is the greatest social network of all time solely by virtue of being a part of the most listened to radio station in the country, but we each have different strengths. We're like the united colors of social networks

* Z100's Jingle Ball is going to be super good this year 

* James Blunt was in the office today, and man oh Manischewitz, did he look rough! And I say that with love. He played a show last night and then came to Z100 to hang out with Elvis and the Zoo at 8a. I felt his pain because I was in the office at 7a after going to Z100's Meet Market last night. Which is a story for another time...

* I don't love my Sleep Number bed as much as I thought I would. Lindsay Wagner owes me a large chunk of change

* This Saturday = long massage

* You know you're way too busy when you hear all three Phone Taps aired during the day while sitting in your office

* I don't got a motorboat, but I can float your boat

* If Telly Savalas was still alive, based on this video alone, I think I'd be ready to settle down...

Productivity is important, but how can I be productive if I have this one little thing in my brain that I cannot get out? And that one little thing is a soft pretzel.

I didn't think soft pretzel days actually happened, but today is Tenant Appreciation Day at our building, featuring...wait for it..."free ice cream for each employee!" Of course, I'd need to get an ice cream ticket from Davonne to participate, because the Mack-Cali Realty Corporation simply won't tolerate crashers. Should I decide to wander over to the open parking lot north of Plaza 5, I'll also find games, prizes, promotional items (which could be...?) and live music. Word on the street is that it's Van Halen. As much as I love Diamond Dave, though, I think I'm staying put today...unless I get a whiff of a soft pretzel.

You know, the only time I ever saw my dad cry was when he listened to Pavarotti.

* Entourage is really starting to get on my nerves. I don't know why...it just is

* Flipping Out, on the other hand, is becoming a great joy of mine

* When did T.I. start getting the ladies all verklempt? I ran into him tonight while with a friend of mine who makes her living in the entertainment biz and probably wouldn't be starstruck if the Milky Way hit her in the head. So the Rubber Band Man is super friendly and huggy as always, because for people in the aforementioned biz, hug is the new handshake. My friend and I say our goodbyes and walk away, and all of a sudden, she's giggling like a schoolgirl who just got asked to prom by Nick Jonas in front of all her friends at Planet Hollywood. WTF? 

* That actually reminds me of the first time my brother Tom, who lives outside of Detroit and is definitely not the schmoozy type, came to visit me in New York. We ran into Ciara on the street and I introduced her to him. Of course, she gives him a hug. As he's locked in her embrace, he mouths to me, with eyes as big as saucers, "Why is this person hugging me?"

* Don't get me wrong. I'm not mad at a good hug. My friend Maiko agrees with my theory that I could move to Japan and make a good living as a professional hugger of stressed-out businessmen. Much stranger things have happened

* I think this was the shortest summer ever

* I used to have an uncanny ability to never lose my keys, and now that I have a doorman, I've lost them three times in a month. What the hell is wrong with me?  

* I think Kanye West is downright hilarious (but you knew that about me). He spoke at this thing tonight and was like, "[Blah blah I'm great] and that's why I have the number one song in the hood right now AND I'm wearing tight jeans!" OK, maybe you had to be there. But it was very funny. I promise

* JJ for president