Tim will be taking some contract work, and is still actively job hunting. Thank you everyone who has sent in leads, good thoughts, and beer!
I am still tied up in knots internally, and you could bounce a brick off of my tense shoulders. Perhaps these drinks – Gin with Orange, Lemon, and Cranberry juices – aren’t medicating me as much as I thought? Maybe I should double the Gin. I don’t even really like Gin, but we had a huge bottle in the house leftover from a martini party (the one at Necro that year, Sharon, for CarolAndEric? Remember that?) and finding some mixers that would make Gin palatable was marginally less expensive than buying more Vodka. After that I guess I have to switch to… what is this? Some sort of … weird shooter drink. ANYWAY. We haven’t had to eat any of the cats yet, but frustratingly the dogs still refuse to go out and get jobs. Fuckers.
And that’s where we are right now.
I can’t think of how to end this post so… Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? IT WAS DEAD. (Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week! Please tip your wait staff!)