what the eff: keepin' it (sur)real   (random re me)

I've had the most random and surreal morning. I woke up and sat up in bed a couple seconds before my alarm went off, then was awake long enough to sound it when my friend Eamonn called in a reminder about my favorite Irish whisky that his sister and friends were kind enough to pick up for me in the airport. So I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, and RoboCat runs into my room and starts drooling on me. I know, cats don't drool. That's what I said too. Anyway, Fucker bites me right on the chin! HARD. He drew blood... Guess who got tossed out of my room real quick? It blows my mind how bipolar or passive aggressive or something that cat is.

I used to work with Eamonn, so I stopped by the office to pick up my booty. He failed to tell me that today was moving out day. I got hired with a group of 5 other people, and everyone (including me) was either laid off or quit for a higher-paying job in the space of about 3 years. Or both. Eamonn's the survivor, though, because he came over to get the office ready for us, and now he's closing the bastard down and moving to Michigan. I'll drink to that. See you around, buddy.