Apropos of nothing

I wish to go on record as being against Diet Coke in plastic bottles. DC is bad enough in a can, where it occasionally tastes cold and refreshing (compared to, say, sand). But in a bottle, it's just this side of disgusting. Maybe I should get more sleep instead of whining about the deficiencies of various caffeine-delivery vehicles.

It could happen that a client tries to say "If the totals turn out..." and instead says "If the turtles tone out..." You should not laugh if this happens.

My Dallas client has asked me back for at least one more visit, so that's where I am now. This time I'm taking an approach that involves showing up on time for meetings, just to see how that works.

My flight out here was scheduled for a 3:20pm departure, but mechanical problems delayed us until 9:55pm. I finally got to bed at 4am, which made the first day of my new show-up-on-time program less convenient than it might have been.

Three wks ago I ate at a restaurant here. I sat at the bar and ordered a mini-pizza and drank a light beer. Last night I went back to the same restaurant; the bartender looked at me and said immediately "light beer in a bottle?" That guy is either Rain Man, or he needs to get out more.

Last night I dreamed I got involved with a girl who looked a lot like Camila. She came to my parents' house for Xmas. Then Camila called and said she'd like to see me again, and she came also. So they were both there at a big Xmas party, neither knowing the other existed, but sure to twig as soon as I approached either one in the presence of the other one. I was still trying to figure out how to get rid of the new girl when I woke up.
Okay, that was only interesting to me. But I typed it, and by golly I'm leaving it in.

That is all at this time.