I love my boss but she smells like an ashtray. And she often hovers. But she's so nice that I don't want to tell her. I have to get on a plane with her -- the next month is a series of plane rides with my boss. YIPPEE!!
Jessica is going to miss me. So will you all promise to send her emails and call her and amuse her so she won't be a wingy pain in the ass every time I call her from the road? Thanks. I appreciate it.
I will intermittently be back in New York this month. So don't forget about me.
I never remember to pack everything. I'm pretty sure I forgot to pack socks. It's always something like socks... or underwear. Fuck, did I pack underwear?
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