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Wednesday's calendar = meeting in Dallas
Surprisingly little ensued. I expected that corn for dinner would have been an explosively bad idea, but it turned out to be anticlimactic.
I did, however, have several of those "I know I'm falling asleep and I shouldn't sleep in a meeting but I just can't wake myself up" moments. I tried to open my eyes really wide to keep them open, but squint them a bit to look like I'm concentrating and ended up looking like I was planning a murder spree. My head was bobbing around like a freakin marionette. It was pretty.
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