Yes, yes, I know.

I didn't post yesterday. Sorry. I received some bad news of a personal nature and decided that the ideal way to deal with this problem would be through intense personal reflection, followed by rum. Lots of rum.

No, more than you're thinking. A little more... a little-- THERE! That's the exact amount of rum to make me forget all my problems, forget all my cares and go DOWN-TOWN! Where all the lights are bright! DOWN-TOWN! Where... wait... what the hell? Sorry, I totally got carried away there. I blame the Borders Muzak.

Speaking of Borders, my job may be more secure than I had feared. If nothing else, one of my bosses learned that I intended to walk home, and engineered me a ride... clearly my inherent charm is working its magic. Perhaps I DO have a spot in some sort of Borderial Charmocracy. Let us hope.