Man, it feels good to be writing at altitude! Thanks for all ya'lls prayers, my interview is in a half hour, and I'm camped out across the street from the company's building stealing internet access in a Comfort Discount Suites Express, or something like that. It was here or Starbucks for another hour, so I figured I'd be better off with 20 fewer ounces of caffeine in my system. Yikes.
And now, since an actual guest of this hotel/motel/business traveller's flophouse is nervously pacing the "excercise room" (read: one crappy treadmill and a couple of dumbbells) waiting to do some business on this sweet 2001 compaq presario, I think I'll take my leave. Fingers crossed and deep breaths, here goes nothing!