Rage at the Heavens

Maaan, my internet wouldn't work last night, thus no goulash. Since I have a minute before work, I will throw something up here.

Without sweet, sweet internet, it was like going back to the pioneer days. As such, I had to resort to an activity that was popular on many a wagon train, playing blackjack on my PDA. I just want to let the dealers of Vegas know that if that game is any indication of what's in store for me, it's going to take about 15 minutes for me to run through my life's savings. And that is with the advice turned on. Without that, the money I'm carrying around will probably explode immediately when I enter the casino. As long as it doesn't singe my nether regions, I'll maintain a good attitude about the whole thing.

Okay, time to go crack some heads down at the factory. I will try to do something elaborate tonight since it's the last goulash you'll be getting for a while. After that, you'll just have to go dig a hole out in the woods and cower for a week, waiting for my return.