I think I want to turn Lewis into a pair of slippers. Lately he seems to enjoy chewing on my comp's cords. I'll try to swat him away and he looks at me like "what the hell do you want?!"
Little punk.

Life's okayish...same crap different day. When I have more energy and less headache I'll write about the comedian at the company Christmas party. Wow. It was painful, so help me God.