In several hours, my ass will be driving to Vegas. This means I should probably pack right now. But I just got up, and I don’t feel like it. Really. I knew it was a mistake giving my cell phone number to my employees. Oh well. I guess that’s why I get paid the not-so-big bucks. Let me clarify some things. At work yesterday, people have been warning my new hire about me. Hell, even I warned him about me. What other supervisors cuss people out, shout in the middle of the office and generally doesn’t give a fuck? But people have been telling him, “Oh James isn’t shy.” Well I may be loud and vulgar. But I do consider myself shy. I find it hard to talk to people especially about the important shit like how I’m feeling. I can’t say those things because… Well I’m trying to work on that lately. I’m such a chicken-shit, but whatever. I’m going to Vegas and you’re not. Well unless you’re urbanemonkey, my_bootay, trrz, Bryce and shit. Oh. I’ll shut it.