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Oct. 21st, 2004 01:03 pmI had a late night last night. Went to one of our clients to assist them in preparation for a proposal to NASA today. I was getting some money for being a printing fiend. From 3pm until 1am, I had two color printers running non-stop doing 8 101-page books for the evaluators.
Sleep didn't arrive until late in the 3am hour because I kept thinking about printing documents, what page am I on, and sorting papers as I tried to drift off to slumberland.
One of the highlights of the evening/night was that the guy in charge of the presentation and I discovered our mutual love for The Pixies. I was quite intrigued since he's somewhere in the 40-45 age range. He said that he missed a chance to see them in '92 and tried to get tix for their concert(s) in the D.C. area. I was asked to provide him with a blow-by-blow of their concert in B'ham and we were able to compare notes on when we had seen Frank on tour in the first years of his solo career.
Sleep didn't arrive until late in the 3am hour because I kept thinking about printing documents, what page am I on, and sorting papers as I tried to drift off to slumberland.
One of the highlights of the evening/night was that the guy in charge of the presentation and I discovered our mutual love for The Pixies. I was quite intrigued since he's somewhere in the 40-45 age range. He said that he missed a chance to see them in '92 and tried to get tix for their concert(s) in the D.C. area. I was asked to provide him with a blow-by-blow of their concert in B'ham and we were able to compare notes on when we had seen Frank on tour in the first years of his solo career.