I just now got John Morgan's executive washroom key back. He slipped it under the door, along with a broken pinata full of airplane whiskey bottles and a Jerramy Stevens rookie card. I can't leave you guys alone for two years, can I?

And yes, the executive washroom is still under my control. That's the only vestige I have left. It's largely ceremonial. Well, completely ceremonial, isn't it?

How's it going?