I am sitting in my hotel room. It is the second night of a three day set of meetings. Tomorrow will be another long day of hard work. Meetings are exhausting, especially when their result is more work for this girl. I am already looking forward to the flight home, to Greenday thumping too loudly through my IPOD into my ears, of landing, of being home with Ken and the kitts. ‘Tis it Friday yet?
I am sitting in my hotel room. It is the second night of a three day set of meetings. Tomorrow will be another long day of hard work. Meetings are exhausting, especially when their result is more work for this girl. I am already looking forward to the flight home, to Greenday thumping too loudly through my IPOD into my ears, of landing, of being home with Ken and the kitts. ‘Tis it Friday yet?
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