OMG, work was great.  I went in at 9:30, just like I was supposed to, goofed off for awhile because that club rat skank (thanks Harty) wasn't doing anything, so I wasn't either.  It's times like that that I just walk around campus exploring.  Eventually, I called some people back, bossed around D and Josh, goofed off some more, and then mysteriously felt sick at five.  Screw working until 6:30 when I've got a Lightning game to go to.  Rode with Earl and Butch to the Forum.  First ones there, so we ate a little and drank some beer.  Damn, those were some nice mother fucking box seats.  I'll have to remember that when I've got a spare 125 bucks.  So then we killed a bottle of Crown, half of another, and took the rest with us to Channelside.  After getting brushed off by some girls for a ton-duo of dude fat, we headed to Mons Venus.  Hey, it wasn't a great night there, but it wasn't a bad night either.  Every night should have some titty in your face.  It's a man-rule.  I seriously doubt tomorrow will compare.  Gotta get to a "retreat".  Well, catch ya later, folks.