Its interesting, the busier the day, the less I actually want to blog anything. Not because I just don't want to, but because I'm effing tired.

Monday: Woke up an hour late. Meh. Spent 3 minutes too long getting my pants on. Sprinted 3 blocks in boots, a coat that was having fun falling off and attempting to tie itself around my legs with aid from my backpack and on slippery cement. No, of course I didn't make it. 3 minutes. I would've been aces. So I'm waay late to work. And I've got a coference call at 9am. I fire it up at a little after 9 sitting in a Krispy Kreme right outside my train station. After a half hour, I'm awake and realize I can walk and listen in on the call. I don't need to say anything. And I'm muted anyway because doughtnut making is a noise intensive process.

The walk to work was great. I ran into Beth Doyle, a girl I went to highschool with. I became 'that guy'. 'That guy' who is walking down the street with his cellphone glued to his ear and making "important business decisions". Like, how early can we pop off work in India so we can get more of the happy hour? Needless to say, that is a 'that guy' I really want nothing to do with. Ohh how I hate 'that guy'.

Did stuff at work. Helped the masses. Or, at least the new types at my job. Can I say they're mewling? That's some tight consonance if I can.

The night brought dinner with the Ibbotson people, and then the fake coffeeshop. It was fake because it was closed. No one knows why. Also, no one really cares because we just went to the crossing instead. Oh, we played UNO. And it was a blog reunion with some dude named Jason Moss. I repeatedly insulted him and attempted to get him to bet on UNO. He would not take part.

Tonight is my last night stateside, so I'm prolly gonna do something cool like burn down some buildings then flee the country. You know, pretty standard leaving the country fare. That or pack and play video games. One of the two.

And now that I'm actually settled into what I'm doing at work, its time to leave. Ahh, I can only hope I'm completely unsettled for the rest of my life. Who wants to be regular?
- posted by Pat @ 3:08 PM