Hmm. I went to bed when i was supposed to the last 3 nights in a row. Got about 7 hours of sleep each night. Funny, I am not quite so hateful the past few days. Might be something to this.
How the hell does come check on me and maybe you can bring your sewing machine go together? Somehow, I don't think foaming at the mouth rant and post-surg narcotic hangover would go well together. But that's just me.
I had to. Conference that I thought I'd drive in to. The high floor and damask sheets and the prospect of sleeping in made me do it. I don't even care if I can't expense it. Traveling, I miss you.