Well, after waking up and getting ready, I’m now in Battle Creek. All I had to do was take the elevator down from my room, since I arrived here last night. Didn’t think that you would get one of these with me being gone, huh? Well, you’re wrong once again! Remember the one that I left ahead of time at Grand Rapids? I’m not missing a day. This one is up, and tomorrow’s will be too, after I get back.
Right now, I’m inside the hotel, right next to the conference room. Having registered last night, I’m just waiting for breakfast…
Muse: NEGATIVE. YOU ARE NOT.
Yes I am. I just entered the ballroom.
Muse: THIS IS A REPITITION OF A MERE FABRICATION! YOU ARE CURRENTLY AT YOUR RESIDENCE, ARRANGING THIS COMPOSISION AHEAD OF TIME. HAVING SCANNED YOUR COORDINATES, YOU ARE NOT IN BATTLE CREEK!
I am in Battle Creek. Everyone. Don’t listen to her.
Muse: READERS AND ALL WHO SCAN THIS ENTRY ON OCCASION. THIS IS A PREFABRIATION. MY MEMORY BANKS INDICATE THAT SUCH AN INCIDENT HAS OCCURRED IN THE PAST. YOU HAVE PURUSED THESE BEFORE. AND THIS COMPOSITION IS SLIGHTLY CHANGED AND MOSTLY A REITERATION!
It isn’t, and you’re not a robot. Aren’t you supposed to be an old Muse today?
Muse; HOW ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE PATTERN OF TRANSFORMATIONS?
I don’t think that I need to answer that. Now, you’re an old Muse. One privileges, engage!
*Robot Muse transforms into old Muse*
Muse: What is going on here?
I was correcting your transformation. Don’t want you to be a robot two days in a row!
Muse: Robots? What are those new-fangled contraptions all about?
I think this is a good time to close. I’m very hungry and the selection for breakfast looks pretty good.
The high today is going to be 48 degrees and the silver lining will be enjoying all that this conference has to offer.
Muse: Wrong, sonny! I think that you mean the conference that you have yet to experience tonight, tomorrow and Sunday!
To all of you who love attending conferences, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: Making an entry in advance? What’s this world coming to? Them new-fangled kids with them new-fangled blogs. What’s a blog anyway? Well, they never had blogs back in my day. If we wanted to be entertained, we read a book. And we all liked it. And if we couldn’t afford a book, we were told stories by the campfire. Why can’t he just make his whosawhatsit there? It would be better than it being FAKE. At least Sunday’s will be the real McCoy…