That is all. F-Bomb.

On one hand, I want to wring my company's neck and say it isn't worth it to bring in a thousand new outside people to do my job at every store much worse than I do. On the other, I'm getting too old to fight corporations.

Osama bin Laden is dead. We don't have to go into the forbidden zone here, but I think we can all agree that it's not nothing.

I don't believe this will cause any philosophical change, but a man who danced on the graves of my countrymen after putting them in said graves is gone.

That's all I've got to say about that.

Is Mayday still a thing? Do kids still get into that? I'm sure Skim will let me know.

We had a very rainy month in comparison to most out here. Must have been three inches. I'm not gloating. I absolutely love rain.

Knowing my job is going away at work has forced me to aggressively go after some things I've wanted for years. It shouldn't take something like this to inspire me, but it does. Oh well.

My favorite brew is disappearing in a couple of days. I wish my go-to beer wasn't a seasonal.

Two of our very own Citizens produced hilarious new subtitles to the bunker scene in Downfall. DK. Beau.

I've entered the rewriting phase of this screenplay, which is sorta...like...alright, there's nothing I like less than rewrites.

The Twins come into the off day with three straight wins and we're starting to see a light at the end of the injury tunnel. I have to admit I was getting scared there.