I should also mention...

That because we all did such a good job with the meeting yesterday, one of the bosses brought in donuts from Chuck's Bakery. If you don't live in Northwest Indiana, you probably don't know what Chuck's Bakery is. Basically, if God himself decided that he wanted to fry things in buttery lard and grace them with the sweetest of frostings that he could procure, his baked good would taste something like Chuck's Bakery's donuts. They're sitting in a box behind me. I can smell them as I type this. Holy fuck I could mange on about 8 of those at once. Fuck that. HAL JORDAN JUSTIN! HAL FUCKING JORDAN.