Yeah, baby, I’m jetting off to the left coast in a few hours, ifestyles of the Rich and Famous, like.

Here’s one weird thing, though. Just got a jingle on the office phone from one of the docs, and I let her know I’d take care of what she asked, but then I’d be done and gone, SF bound.

She replied something like, “Oh will you make on time to see the New Year’s in together?” Of course, that is the plan. The weird part is, how did she know there was a someone and and that the trip was a “together” kind of a dealio? It also explains her concerned inflected “How are you doing?” at the Christmas party…

Methinks, my boss(es) have been mentioning my private life behind my back. Sometimes this place is too fucking much like family.

Adios, muchachos (unless I write from the road, ‘cuz I’m basically a loser)!