Hey all, yes, I'm still here — last week was kind of funk-y and I didn't want to bore you, so I took a little break from my soapbox. I'm hosting an event for a client tomorrow and am looking forward to seeing Carlin there. Then on Wednesday I'm having the final draft of Count of Three read, so long as enough people come to lab to read parts. Guess it's time to write the final draft of Count of Three, huh? This will bring the Freudian level to it and I guess I haven't been too excited about plumbing the icky depths of Oedipal complex and penis envy. Who can blame me, really?

Oh, and think good thoughts for the lovely Comtesse this week, wouldja?