SHAN. What the hell happened last night? We were at a bar, everything was great. The next thing I remember is some crazy dream about a tornado, and then I woke up to an alarm. In a bed. With a CRACKberry that I thought belonged to the guy next to me? He told me last night was great, and when I tried to give him the damn thing, he laughed and told me it was mine. It has all kinds of businessy agenda items on it, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing.