There really isn’t that much to talk about because all I have to talk about is work. I got in enough trouble complaining about a job I didn’t like and I’m not about to get in trouble for complaining about a job I actually do like., though I wouldn’t mind winning the lottery and taking a long vacation. I’m in the middle of three days of day-long meetings with dinners afterwards, so there really isn’t much to talk about except for work.

I really should be asleep already, since I’ve proved to myself that 7 1/2 hours of sleep means I can stay awake through the day (though the chairs in the conference room make my ass hurt after about 6 hours) but 6 hours of sleep just don’t cut it. But I didn’t get back from dinner until a while ago and it takes me a while to wind down.

I also ate too much pizza at A Pizza Scholls. I know I swore I’d never stand in a line that long for a frigging pizza, but this was an obligation of sorts, and the pizza was excellent. Besides, it was Tuesday, there wasn’t a huge crowd, and I only waited THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES. (I think I may have waited half that for Blondie’s pizza back in my youth.) I’m not convinced it’s worth the wait, but if someone twisted my arm I’d go again.