Is homicide allowed in these circumstances?

Again Ryan has woken me up with his snoring. It’s quieter today, but not quiet enough. I’m going to go have an early breakfast, then when I get back I’ll wake him up in an annoyingly cheery and unsympathetic manner, upload a couple of LJ entries, then wander off to the 08:00 kick-off presentation—four hours of morale-building talk from senior executives. Kill me now.

Last night was the opening beach party, on the fake Disney beach near the hotel. Free food, and it wasn’t bad either. Afterwards I played pool with Stephanie. She has been having lessons, apparently, but we ended up quite evenly matched. In other words, I was a lot better at it than I remember being last time I tried. Maybe I had just the right caffeine levels, or maybe it was because the table was in poor condition, equalizing our abilities.