Well Since I Spent an Hour Updating the Look...

I mind as well provide a little substance with all my flash.

First, i'd like to note that this template was inspired by (stolen from) the link on the right of the page. I do believe they also give themselves credit in the source, if you'd like to take a peek.

Second, I had the sort of day that nightmares are made of. Well, actually no, no subconscious would subject a tortured soul to this sort of experience. The day started out well, today I sported the blue pin strip hilfiger button down atop the dark navy clairborne slacks, which looks mighty nice beyond the wide collar and sleeves an inch too shallow. Made the trifecta of stops on the way into the office, Gas / Ciggarettes / Coffee, in 8 minutes flat. The day started the way the day normally starts. Drink some coffee, eat the cookie, walk about and inquire about everyone's evening / weekend. Which I wish I would've written about earlier, because this weekend was Dolan's bachelor party, and when you get that many men together, especially men as capable as we, there's going to be a good time had by all. Actually, I will tell a 9 second story, on the way back to Pat's place, round about 2 a.m. for those keeping score, on a limo bus that seats 30, Dolan in all of his inebriated wisdom decides to crowd surf amongst the isles. It went a lot better than expected, and was really quite hilarious.

Actually know what, we're going to end this message on that high note.

What happened today, honestly doesn't matter, it was fucked long before this.

That's the lot of it, we just play ball from here to do a little damage control, and see if we can't come away rather unscaythed.

-Rys4K

p.s.- I don't like the feeling of being unempowered, nor in a situation where i'd unintentionally wronged a client... But, I guess it can happen...