on tangents

Does anybody think I should have made the entry below this one into two entries? Funny how the title asks jokingly who Ann Arbor was, and then immediately launches into probably rather annoying stuff on my former job, with about two sentences devoted to the regionals in, well, Ann Arbor?

Well, anyhow, I feel like a one-man shuttle crew (ya like that parallel, Russ?). It's about T minus 1 hour 54 minutes until the journey starts, and I am racking my brain trying to come up with potential disaster scenarios, and ways to thwart them.

I'm a freaking pessimist.