I sailed away to China, in a little row boat to find ya, but you said you had to get your laundry clean. I soooooo stole that from an e-mail thread I had going last week (and a song from the 80’s as well, duh). I couldn’t help it. Really, I couldn’t.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned I love sleep. For those of you who don’t *actually* know me, allow me to provide you with an example.

Last night after work I had an appointment that kept me busy until about 6. Following that, I went home, made my bed, and got in it. With the exception of waking long enough for a phone call or two around 9, I slept through until this morning. Call it 13 hours, give or take. Bliss.

In the real news, I’m completely stoked on the progress we’re making towards letting me yap from 30,000 feet. Read more here. As long as my seat is equipped with a stun gun so that I can zap the over-40’s who talk too loudly on their cells, it’s all good in the hood.

NOTE: The delay in posting today was NOT my fault. Blame the kids at Blogger and an incorrect firewall configuration.