I have almost recovered from the mayhem of helping to run a show on the Reuters sign at Times Square. Martin, I'm so sorry you were worried about the party room. Promptly after leaving you with Rox to go to SoHo, I made arrangements (by writing a note and slipping it under 4206) for the party compound to consist of Nick's and my hotel room, knowing that Nick and Katie and Ben were in the pimp room. Anyway, I'm glad a very fun time was had in the millenium.

Jeremy, Ben, and I had a grand ole time madly coding up until seconds before each hourly show. We almost didn't make *every* time, but we always did and it ruled. I wouldn't say we got trashed, but we did feel comfortable with how things were running and so kicked back a few beers and drinks of champagne. One of the highlights of the evening was when we became 3l33t H@x0rs at 2 am. Although I had a moment of guilt and worry following that one last 10 minute slot, I now am very happy we did it.

The next day I was foolish and didn't sleep much at all -- instead rox and I hit up karaoke at gay bars with my ol friend Nick and his gay roomies til late late. And now I am sick, go figure.

Mark - we are stoked that you are coming home soon.