So tomorrow my friend Mike is blowing into town for the night.
Then the bastard is up and moving to Scotland.
Unless I keep him drunk and disoriented enough he gets a job, apartment, and great debate team skills to convince some Lass in the Leaf neighborhood to move to Chicago. Unfortunately, I am too broke, and if I weren't so, I'd probably end up giving the poor man alcohol-poisoning.
Damn. Either way he'd be out of Illinois.
He's coming in around 7-ish on Wednesday, so email or give a call if you're up for a bon-voyage night cap!
I guess I'd better do this "Self-Evaluation" for work that's due on the 15th now. Daddy needs a raise!