Random brain farts.

Driving 700 km in two days takes a lot out of a person.

I’m surprised that the howling wind outside my hotel room didn’t keep me up.

Room service?  ROCKS.

Room service?  Holy overcharging, Batman.

That bastard Murphy was all up in my shit today:  son #1 woke up barfing (while I was 300+ km away), which meant I had to have my mom stay home with him, which put my office at 50% of normal staffing.  Of course, this also meant that the remaining staff got pounded with business today.  Oy.

I can’t believe nobody noticed how sticky the puked-on bathroom floor was.  Ewwww.  Austin did a fine job of cleaning up, he’s just got to learn to do the whole job.

Why the fuck do I have zits at 34?  Fuck off, already.