Update on yesterday's meeting: it blew. At the end, it was like finishing my last final of the semester, I was tired as hell but could finally breath a huge sigh of relief that it was over. The stuff I presented went fine, so it's nice to know that my work over the past few months wasn't worthless. But I was really getting annoyed by people arguing about little stuff, or stupid questions being asked. It's always those 2 or 3 people in the meeting that make it last 5 hours, when it could probably be done in less than half that time.

We always joke about the motto of Darien being "A nice place to live". Well, on the way to the Dunes on Saturday, me and Olivia saw another cheesy motto printed on the water tower for Worth - "The Friendly Village". I don't know why small towns feel the need to invent a little catchphrase to describe themselves, but it's funny.

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Joke of the moment:

A mushroom walks into a bar. The bartender goes "Sorry, we don't serve your kind here." The mushroom replies "Why not? I'm a fun-gi!"

(credit my sister for that one... an oldie but goodie)