Not to sound too much like Bridget Jones but...it's 2:30. Not so much as a wilted carnation. Well, except for one lousy email from a semi-freak that was sent to 25 other people as well. Which hardly counts.

And to make it even more exciting I have to give a training session this afternoon, which all of the scary boss people will be at, and I'm nervous and feel unprepared.

Someone needs to take me out for sushi tonight, that's all there is to it.