The air in Atlanta must be restorative, because an unusual number of people addressed me as "young lady."
Daytime soap operas were killed by the Farmville game on Facebook.
Having to rely on wi-fi is a real pain.
Hence, I obviously need an ipad.
Telling my boss, "My kids think you're mean for making me go on this trip," will result in him letting me put their souvenirs on the corporate credit card.
If you take all the written content produced between the beginning of time and the year 2003 -- that same volume of content is now being replicated every 48 hours.
Caviar is pretty tasty.
I needn't have worried about my clothes.
There are eleventy-billion varieties of Coca-Cola, including the one in the photo which bears my middle name.
Most of them taste pretty awful.
Facebook and twitter are old news; email marketers -- which I suppose is what I am now -- would be wise to pay close attention to Quora and Tumblr.
I'm not sure I want to be an email marketer.
It was nice to go someplace new and nice to sleep in a swanky hotel room.
It was really nice to come home again.