I have received an Official Complaint about the dearth of recent blog entries. I haven't updated because nothing particularly interesting or funny has happened lately; I only enjoy writing when I can write something humourous or entertaining (at least, something that I HOPE is humourous or entertaining). I hate updating just to whinge or gripe - so remember that the next time you read a griping or whinging entry: I must have been REALLY upset to even mention it. Mostly, I'd rather hold it all inside.

Work has been stressful because of the actions of a particular individual, whom I like to think of (rather charitably) as the birdshit on the windshield of the Ferrari that is my life. Things have not been pleasant and I have been stressed. On the one hand, I want to be away from this poisonous individual and I have but one alternative to achieve that; on the other, I adore my boss and enjoy many, many things about my job and don't want to be driven from it by said poisonous individual. Changes are in the works, but in the very preliminary stages and I don't know what to write or how to feel, because the changes aren't done and I have no idea how they will shake out eventually, for good or ill.

In the meantime, let's see...well, I went to a minor league hockey game with Cheryl and Kevin. We saw the Gwinnett Gladiators beat the Charlotte Checkers and then watched the metro Atlanta police team play the Atlanta Fire Department. We were cheering for the cops because Kevin is an ATF agent and has many cop buds. The Fire Department won but it was for a children's charity so it's all good. Yes, my faithful readers who are Alan's friends, what you may be inferring and suspicioning is correct. He was there too. If you needed proof that Alan really really really loves me (above and beyond escorting me to a performance of Jewish Musical Theatre) there you go: he actually ATTENDED. A. SPORTING. EVENT. And clapped. At the right times.

So go pray. Even if you aren't religious. I'm pretty sure this is one o' them signs that the apocalypse is nigh. Which is a good thing, because then I won't have to commit gnomeicide.

MONTOYA DELENDA EST!