Is it paranoid to think my Diet Coke is poisoned?

Seriously, it's not the right color and it tastes funny. And it came out of a can. I don't trust canned soda. Anyway, if I die tonight, you'll all know what happened!

Had my work conference last week - it was fun, but I kept my involvement very low-key. About half of our traveling staff are new, and honestly I can't be bothered. My days of going from bar to bar and staying out til 3 am then going to work at 8 are so over. I was content to have a few folks back to my room for a bottle of wine and some quiet (well, mostly) conversation.

For the weekend, I went to visit my brother and his wife. I got to see their new home and meet their Dalmation puppy Roly. He's five months and very cute but omg hyper. We took him for a walk on the beach on Saturday, and that was the only thing that could wear him out. It was a nice, low-key (my watchword lately) weekend spent mostly talking about the ups and downs of home-ownership and decorating plans, and their upcoming wedding.

I'm looking forward to being home, though. I've been off the road so much lately that I'm not used to being away from my own bed for so long anymore!