I'm back in New York. In my office. I feel like I left a million years ago.
And I'm so tired that it is perhaps quite possible that I did.
The Black Eyed Peas were on my flight home this morning. I texted the news to MC, who suggested that I start singing. I refrained. That's about exciting as this story gets.
Wait, why am I in front of a computer? Oh, that's right. It's time to work.
PS: Today, I have an irrational hatred towards the NYC transit system, MS's wheeled suitcase, and my outfit.
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Last night I dreamed that I met Billy Joel, but wasn't allowed to let on that I knew he was Billy Joel, and it was very hard to have a conversation with him that way.
That doesn't relate to your post at all, really, except that you were really on a plane with the Black Eyed Peas and I was in a room with Billy Joel in my dreams.
Eh, whatever. Welcome home.
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