Nothing much this weekend. I experimented with the Hemingway school of writing. It yielded some very strange shit I tell ya. It’s not very good. Perhaps I need to get some shrooms and see what happens. That should be interesting. I’m sitting here trying not to freak out over losing an employee. Whatever. All I’m thinking about is Vegas next weekend. Which means I need to keep on running so my ass will be tight. I need to whore myself and get me a sugar daddy. Well maybe a sugar brother. Yeah. Tee hee.