You know what? Work is crap.

Sorry, I'm a little bitter that vacation is over. So, in that spirit, I'm going to say nothing else about it other than that now that I'm sitting here, with the extra large pile of daily reports to go through and 116 unread e-mails in my Inbox (which isn't bad, considering), it feels like I never left. Damnit.

If you've been living under a rock, in a bomb shelter unequipped with television or are too depressed with the state of affairs here on planet Earth, just an FYI on some local news. I-90E and W connectors to the tunnel to the airport are closed. Last night, sometime around 11:15, a few 3 ton ceiling panels fell to the road, crushing a car, killing one woman and sending a man to the hospital. Traffic is sure to be horrendous as everything is being rerouted to the Callahan. Just in case you need to get to Logan. Be prepared. To wait. Longer than they usually make you wait. And then pay $8.50 in tolls. For waiting. And for the stupendous job that the Big Dig has ended up being. Seriously, I'd love a total project cost and LIFE cost at the end of this ordeal they've put commuters through.

Massachusetts: The state where YOUR tax dollars might just get you killed.

Moving on...

If you haven't see the Honda Element commercials yet, do yourself a favor and go to: http://automobiles.honda.com/element/index.aspx. Make sure to watch the crab one and the bunny one.

I plan on giving you a vacation recap at some point today. Possibly typed using a wireless keyboard from where I'm hiding in my large file drawer. Unfortunately I don't have time to tell you now as it seems all 116 e-mails require printing and I'm shortly to be buried under a mound of 92 brightness paper. I repeat. Work is crap.

So, sit tight. I promise you a lengthy vacation blog, full of my witticisms and sarcasm, highlighting all the gloriousness that was 10 days away from work, the miraculousness (word?) that is the tan that I have and getting high at Cold Stone Creamery.

Until we meet again...or I'm committed.