  So today is an all-time low for my conduct at the office. I'm here an hour late. Erik can smell the booze on me from yesterday. I'm in the same shirt, which now has fish stuff all over it. There is no excuse and I'm sorry for everyone. If I didn't have a phone interview about hydrogen fuel cells at noon, I'd be hurrying home to clean up. But I'm making the best of it. I ran into Catharina last night. That was fun. 
