Are we talking about 17776? The future of football thing? I'd just like to note that there is apparently an east side in Chicago. Also... the bulb has been my Twitter profile pic forever.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, this has been your word soup for the day.

Technical difficulties mean that I have now been sent four separate meeting requests for this 7AM meeting.

I think those cancel each other out and you should just not show up. That would show them!

My apartment is slow to change temperature, which meant it was nice and cool for the first week of hot weather, but now is too hot even though it's cool outside today. In short: another poor night of sleep, another crabby day at the office. At least I have hardly any meetings...

I am at the airport waiting for my savory crepe.

I wish I had a crepe! But am just as glad not to be at the airport.

Now I also wish I had a crepe. What I do have is a plan to call in sick after this meeting ends.

Holy humidity, Batman! It is moist today (and I don't choose that word blithely).

I'm having one of those mornings where waking up fully feels like swimming through molasses. If I didn't have therapy in an hour, I would go back to bed. So I have a very large coffee.

I was trying to decide if I should call in sick or late or something myself, but realized that I would be better off out of the house and in the airconditioning.

I have a crepe! But then I spilled my coffee everywhere, which probably is the universe making up for check in and security being quick and painless.