Some mornings you just can't remember where the hell you parked the rental. If you're in a hurry, the chances increase exponentially.
A Monster and a couple bags of mini-Oreos - Breakfast of Champions. The start of a 13 hour day. In the afternoon they gave us corporate snowcones to keep everyone interested. i just realized how i'm popping my buttons in this one. Maybe not a good shirt for the office, eh?
After i finally escaped from the command center, i managed to take some time for writing thank you notes for the team. i'm not the only one working long hours, y'know. Later, look what i found in the snack bowl! i seem to remember that these PixieStix were longer when i was a kid. They were, but this ain't the '60s anymore...those days are over, eh?