Well, another day passes. At the state department, you have no privacy. It says so when you log in in the morning. It’s interesting, although I never thought I’d be working for the government this. . . well, deep. Friend of mine called me ‘Mulder’ jokingly, although I am located in the basement of the state department.
It’s a heck of a place to work. Good people.
On the flip side, I’m thinking of purchasing Drummania, even though I have nothing to play it on. That, and Guitar Freaks 3rd Mix, just so I can be on the drums and two people on guitar playing in what is the best form of air band, ever. The only problem is money. Serious, serious moolah.
If anyone wants to get me any gifts. These are them.