6:32:38 PM
Okay, so, sort of some sort of hyperlocalized meteor strike, it seems unlikely that I’m going to make it into the Obama press conference, over which I’m actually secretly not totally heartbroken, simply because my fingers and my brain are both on the verge of performing a hostile takeover of my nervous system and forcing me to flee the vicinity by whatever means necessary, even if I have to hijack a ferry. Note to British secret service equivalents: I will not be hijacking a ferry. I don’t know how to drive one, and also, that would be illegal and wrong.

6:37:46 PM
Well, that’s just great. I wandered over to the big briefing room just to do a duty check to make sure I couldn’t get in, and what do you know, I did. Isn’t it always the way? Anyway, I’m currently sitting on the riser beside Les Whittington, bemoaning my fate yet doing my duty.

6:40:12 PM

And – here he is. Late or early? I’ve lost track. He thinks it was a “historic summit”, noteable for the backdrop of the economic crisis, which is very bad. Very bad *indeed*. Job losses, housing, students not able to go to school – sorry, do y’all really need me to go on? I feel like this entire preamble could be a macro by now. Anyway, in the past, the world was slow to act – like the Great Depression, where they waited nearly a decade to take action – but today, the world has shown that it has learned its lesson: Act now.
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