…it is good to know I’m still his “Highest Priority Interrupt”.
Never mind the techie terminology, people, I’m just glad I broke out of the restroom I was trapped in and managed to meet the man for the first time. Four long and crazy years ago.
Someone somewhere owes the Intercontinental Hotel a door latch. But you don’t know anything about that. Right?
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
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