Has anyone else noticed that it’s way past my bedtime and yet here I am, still futzing on the computer? That’s what happens when Adam isn’t here to remind me it’s way past my bedtime. And where, you might ask, is Adam? Why off at a bachelor party. At midnight. On a Thursday. Yes, folks, this is what HBS is all about. Good night and sweet dreams. Or, as the Tweedle Twirp would say, Sweet gerbils.
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