Not a good day to be in Manhattan. Nor Washington D.C.. So much for my plans to see the World Trade Center. This is incredible. I'm looking at the pictures on television. There is going to be a war. No question.
Yay! I just got a little outside contract with a development company in Yaletown that is willing to work around my bank schedule. That'll help with affording the $10 drinks in NYC (because it is hard to have an epiphany sober).
This came in via my mbarrick.com business site. That continues to blow me away.
I ate all my crackers. I'm nearly out of cheese. I have no milk for cereal. The only thing in the fridge is gin and tonic, and that's what got me here in the first place. The universe has consipired against me. There is nothing to do but peel off these PVC pants and go to sleep.
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