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[off_the_hookah]

Gabe and I returned late last night. Somebody once told me that for as many time zones you've crossed, that's how many days your body takes to recover from jet lag. In any case, I'm doing well. My meetings with the BBC didn't turn out as fruitful as I'd hoped, but I was told there might be some opportunities opening up in 2009. Nothing definite

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[rubythrone]

Someone is using photographs of you on some kind of journal?

Looks like there's an Instant Message name there. You should send them a note. "Hi. This is Neil McLaughlin. How you doin'?"

[off_the_hookah]

Imagine that. I should take it as a kind of complement.

HA! I should. I don't do Instant Messages often, so I hadn't thought of that. Let me turn my computer on.

[no_songs_for_me]

Did you shack up at someone's flat and raid their tea cakes in lieu of mine?

[off_the_hookah]

No, unfortunately. We stayed at a bed and breakfast, and it's all your fault.

[no_songs_for_me]

Pfft. You can't blame this on me. You'd gripe if I was there and not here for when you came home and vice versa. We can't have our way all of the time. [smiley face]

[off_the_hookah]

But if you try some time, you just might find, you get what you need.

Is that an invitation to come over and pester you?

For a change of pace, I brought you teacakes.