I Must Have Been High

...on cappuccino. Or sleep-deprived. Whatever the reason, what was I thinking about the guy a few posts back? Not cute, not charming, not that smart ("soul" can't be pronounced "sool") and possibly crazy. The queer factor is totally irrelevant. I have just walked out of a four-hour meeting during which he barked orders to his assistant, jumped around like a banshee and dropped insane-obscure references. I feel life drained out of me.