Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I’m meeting a client for lunch tomorrow, gentle reader, so you know what that means. It means I’m going to have to break out the long pants. On one hand, this is problematic because my powers wane as soon as khaki wraps around my ankles. On the other hand, this is good because my powers basically include sneezing onto leather portfolios and weeping uncontrollably at the mention of “value-added turnkey solutions.” If I do start to cry, I’ll have to remember to cry into the other person’s soup.