Mike was in his office bullshitting with some guy from the Historical Society, and I take a message from some guy. The guy says he’s a job applicant, that he’s gotten a new job, and that Mike has his number and that he’ll call back. Mike comes over and is all “You have to get peoples’ numbers, even if they say I have them.” I was tempted to say “Oh, so what you’re really saying is that you are inept, don’t maintain an address book, and are just too damn lazy to wait for a completely unimportant call back?” But I didn’t. It pissed me off though. I’ve been working on the map for a while, so it’s almost 2:30 and I’m not even done with letters. Must get to work.

It was the Year of Our Lord two thousand and four, at eleven thirty-six ante meridiem. And I’m bored but must keep working and keep ingesting massive amounts of caffiene.