. . . get. . . . me . . . up . . .
talking to a group of 300+ while getting your ass chewed on, is, BION, not the worst part. The worst part - so far - is being tired this next morning, therefor cranky, therefor not wanting to hear incessant talking, nor wanting to ride behind someone doing 40 mph all the way to the office. So what, it's freakin' snowin'! It's March, get over it already!!!
Actually, maybe thw worst part is not being able to fine any good tunes on the way to work . . .
