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I went through a box of 1,000 business cards since early April. And it's been Summer, so I haven't been meeting with as many people as I normally do during the school year. I had no idea I went through them that quickly.

Someone else used to take care of this stuff where I used to work so I never had to worry about keeping my supply up. I ordered two more boxes two weeks ago, but they're not here yet. They'd better get here before recruiting season starts mid-next month, or I'm SOL.

Phil Collins...

... is all sorts of amazing. So much energy! So much enthusiasm! So much enjoyment on his face! And so appreciative. It was fantastic.

( Can you Phil the love tonight? )

And then it was over. And I was gloriously happy that I'd been there to see it, but sad that it was already over. I had an odd thought as the concert was ending: One day, in about thirty or forty years (I hope), Phil Collins will die, and when he does I will be very, very sad. I will look back on that concert and think to myself "at least I had the chance to see him perform live." And I was happy that when he does die I'll have something of a personal memory. Isn't that odd?