  My Fruit20 seems to have reappeared, magically. I'm guessing that it's mine, or else someone inadvertently drank mine and snuck a replacement back into the fridge. I apologize to my co-workers for slandering them. They are all very decent people. I do wish I could write angst filled, poetic musings like Matt and Sean, but I'm just not an angry young man. (Angry old broad who's not all that angry just doesn't inspire. ) I can rant with the best of them, but rants are rarely poetic. I know; I'll go immerse myself in work. That's what I'm supposed to be doing anyway. 
