Everything is bigger

I hate Texas. If not only for the reason that the butter on my breakfast this morning was actually placed on the plate from an ice cream scooper, I hate Texas.

The flight here wasn’t all that bad. I got a meal and a movie. I think it was the first time I’ve ever got a meal on a flight. It was actually quite good; if I told you what it was you wouldn’t believe me so I’ll just stick with saying it was good. The movie however? X-Men Three. *Ok I just wrote a whole nerdy rant about the film but I deleted it and put this in its place to spare you, you’re welcome* So the movie was bad.

For dinner tonight the client decided on sushi and wine…awesome. Lucky for me there was some tempura on the menu so I didn’t have to partake; unlucky for me everyone ate my tempura because as everyone else knows i.e. me, tempura is way better than raw fish caked in rice. But hey I managed to find a Taco Bell last night so you win some and you loose some. Though I think that may count for two loses no?

Anyway, up at four thirty for Chicago = Sucksville, population me.

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