Greetings from the Bread Line

I'll start off by distinguishing myself in saying it's not that I have NOTHING to do, it's more like I have...a new set of priorities. That have been brought upon me. Without my consent.

Current realignment and reexamination of spend at my former employer (pause for gag reflex) have allowed me the opportunity to refocus my energies on my core competencies:

Day Drinking and Wise Cracking.

Which is why D-V and I are friends. Well, those aren't the only reasons, but they make for good text messaging and inappropriate emails.

I live in the high hills of New England, and unlike D-V, do not share an abode with a spouse, child, or, let's face it, civilization. But you'll hear more on that later, I'm sure. Because Dior knows I've got the free time.