a113n’s daily dose

Last night I had a visit
from some government agents. You’d think they’d let me have my last day of peace, but nooooooooooo–I had to go and get
myself entangled in some deep $#%@. Well, I’m not really entangled in it, but they needed to know what I know, which I’m
not sure that I know anything that I think I know, so I’m not sure how they know what I know or at least what I think I
know, but maybe they know that I don’t know what I know and so they want to know. Yeh, that sounds more like
it.

Anyhow, Neoteric is in some trouble regarding an Iranian–an Iranian I was against hiring in the first place.
Not due to some bigotry or the fact that I didn’t want to hire the man, but we had too many other problems to deal with
aside from immigration acts! Since I was somewhat active in the acquistion of this employee, and I am well versed in the
company’s business practices, these agents showed up at my door at 9:30. I was a bit turned off by the fact that they knew
not only where my house was located, but also the color and size. Talk about nerve shattering.

So this is how I
spend my last day, wondering what these agents are compiling and whether or not I can just walk away from the situation.
Whatever happened to keg stands and sleeping where you fall…

• Quote of the Day:
  Boy:
  "What's a joint?"
  Lady: "Show me your hand. This bump on your hand is a joint."
  Boy: "I know another kind of
  joint."
  Lady: "What's that?"
  Boy: "It's what [name deleted] comes over and does with my mom."
  
• Current Location: Neoteric