Smooth Operator

Well then. I feel a little bit better about things now that I went to work today. It's something about feeling needed. They wouldn't live without me. Then there's the thing about even more DH positions becoming open. Yeah, I don't necessarily feel the best about it, but it's purely business.

Terry's email last night made me laugh. I greatly needed that. I'll call you soon, thanks, Terry. And we can hang out if you don't think I smell too bad.

There was some guy at Starbucks that went crazy. With a flannel shirt around his waist and his saggy khakis. He was talking on their phone, then he started crying. We though it was cause we made fun of his clothes, cause they're so 1994. Then the barista gave him a hug. Then a fire truck and 4 cop cars showed up. These fools waltz up to the Starbucks, like they own the place, of course. Andy had to tell them where the entrance door was, and I said "I didn't do it, whatever it is." Then the firepig gives me the rudest fucking stare and told me to shut the fuck up. I guess the call inturrupted their head-giving sessions down at Station 16. So anywho, they drag the guy down to a nice place with men in white jackets. End of story. I took pictures, here is is on the right. Ok, so not really, but that's sorta how it went down. I just didn't want some overzealous asshat sending me to jail.