What more could you ask for. I'm in the airport, on my last leg home, and found an internet cafe to numb my senses for the last bouncing miles through the grey skies. If you haven't guessed, I hate flying. I do it, because it's what one does. I like the destinations, but I don't like getting there. Luckily, the VP assigned me a rather interesting project which is ideal for sitting on one's keister in an airport.
I'm looking forward to being home sweet home.
More in a bit, after I've finished my project.
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