Give that fucker back to Mexico.

Work was shite today. I sound like a broken record, huh? Well, it was good in some ways, not good in others. I'd delve into it more, but fear of litigation or retribution of some sort is preventing me from doing so. So that's that.

Did the Machiavelli thing tonight with Anna and Chelsea. Mutual griping of work took place. Both of them got new jobs recently. I...er...haven't.

Yah.

Anna gave me a very nice Easter card. It made me feel all gushy inside.

Mariners lost tonight.

Dubyuh's still a nimrod. (I say that for no other reason than that the urge to do so just happened to strike me at this particular moment. There are many reasons why I hate Texas. He is but just one of them.)

Have to be back at work in 8 hours. I need to try to not show up an hour late like I did today. Ooops.

Charisma will get you places.