For those of you who knew, I had six hours of meetings today (one three hour meeting before lunch, one after). I'm posting to let you know I'm okay (much the same way a relative might call after a long and dangerous journey). I have a headache the size of the Hindenburg, but I don't think it's fatal. Thanks for all of your well-wishes.
In critical condition
Ross
Posted by direkobold at February 9, 2006 04:05 PM
Were Dante alive and writing today, his Malebolgia would not be occupied by miry pits and fiery traps, rather, by concentric circles of cubibles, each deeper level holding longer and more meaningless meetings, for what would seem...er, actually be, an eternity.