It seems like any time I have work to do, you're just THERE waiting for me to look your way. Well, I'm busy right now. I guess you can sit on the floor and stare at the soles of my feet while I work, if you're that desperate. You probably get all turned on or something by the soles of my bare feet, I bet. Whatever. You can watch my tiny feet move around, scrunch up, and wiggle my toes-- but it's not like I'm trying to tease you. As far as I'm concerned, you don't even exist.