I'm back, too. And I skipped over 2000 messages, too.

On the way to California, I had my first experience with a flight attendant getting on the intercom and asking, "Is there a doctor on the plane?"

On the way back to Michigan, I had my first experience with a passenger not using caution when opening the overhead compartments, and his luggage fell on my head.

I may be suffering from post-con depression.

I hate days like today. I've been running around like a chicken since I got here, and somehow haven't done any actual work yet.

This. SO this.

OK, we need to do today all over again.

All those in favor, try finding closed-time-like loop in the space-time continuum (that's what may make time travel possible).

Nilly, that sucks. Is there any way you can save what you're working on periodically, or is there just one big process that has to finish running?

Oh, Nilly, that stinks. I'm sorry.

I had a cupcake for breakfast. Unfortunately, I didn't really feel like a second one when I woke up, but now that I'm at work, I'm hungry. Also, I came in a bit late to work, but it's okay because I haven't seen my boss in two weeks. Does that make me better or worse or equal to sleepy interns? Also, I'm a tiny bit irritated because all the absence made my time sheet get turned in really late, so I won't be getting paid on time, and I'd really like my pay check.

ETA: Ha! Accidental nifty number. Also, sorry shrift. And Lee.

While waiting for my flight to Houston, there was a guy in the waiting area on his cell phone. His name was Spencer Hamilton. I know this, because he made approximately nine bajillion calls, attempting to enlist people in what sounded like a Mary-Kay-like scheme.

"This company is going public in eighteen months. Don't you want in on the ground floor? Because I'm not sleeping for the next eighteen months, and I'll be financially set for life."

"You pay $174, and I teach you how to be smart in business. Sure, you're selling Tahitian McGuffin Juice, but it's not about the juice."

"If Bill Gates had come to you and offered you stock options, would you have said yes?"

"Next year's convention is in Hollywood. I'm gonna be there, and you should be there too. I'm making $3,000 a month now, but by next year? $15,000 a month."

After an hour, I wanted to grab his phone and club him to death with it, and yet I couldn't stop listening.

All those in favor, try finding closed-time-like loop in the space-time continuum

I'll look behind the couch.

All those in favor, try finding closed-time-like loop in the space-time continuum (that's what may make time travel possible).

Here's one

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... pfft

Oh Nilly, I'm sorry. That's awful. However, I really REALLY don't want to do today over. It was long enough the first time.

Dana, yuck. I've heard rumors about such people, but I've never observed one in the wild.

I think I'd be more inclined to shove his phone up his ass sideways than club him to death with it.

"Don't you want your cell phone to be on your ground floor?"

OK, maybe that makes no sense....