Oh, right. That makes total sense. I mean, forget New York. Or Houston, which has a giant port right in the middle of the fourth largest city in the US, and a giant entire suburb filled with just refineries.

*sigh*

Sorry you're so stressed, love. I feel you on that. After having been awake since four thirty this morning (or what I refer to as the ass crack of dawn), and after going through the joy of my first solo manager meeting, I've discovered that a)I have a whole hell of a lot of shit to do and b)it ain't gonna be done anytime soon.

When is that knight in shining armor gonna come by again?