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I'm in Atlanta and I've survived the second of the dinners with my coworkers. Jet lag is trying to kill me, particularly with the getting up at 7AM ET. My body still thinks it's 4AM. Broken. I'm pretty happy so far though, I only had to excuse myself once declaring that I hoped the conversation had changed by the time I got back. If the bed in the hotel were softer, I might have actually slept last night and not felt like I'd been hit by bricks this morning. Thursday is dinner with my cousin, then Friday's the flight home. I think I'll survive till then.

This update has been brought to you by 2 beers and some serious jet lag.

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That's when being a smoker and wanting to go "outside" is a grand social prop. I miss being able to leave awkward conversational lulls.

Oh, it's such a wonderful excuse. I wonder "if I need some sun" will ever become as accepted...

Doubtful. It causes cancer, y'know.

Yay for Internet access in the Deep South. Say hi to your Baptist bosses for me.

The environment is so different down there, it's crazy!

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