Yes, I'm tired. I just spent 45 minutes with Mr. Moneybags and the Superhighway, listening to their summary of the two hour meeting they had with Owner yesterday. The onslaught of anger sucked the life right out of me.

We're having another birthday party today. I expect Owner to be in an exceptionally foul mood, given the past two days he's spent listening to how dire our future is if we don't cut expenses. We're having my favorite for lunch--seafood. At this moment, though, I'm not sure if grilled rainbow trout is worth all the trouble. You know it has to be bad when I can't even find any hope for sardonic humor in the situation or in the prospect of having pie.

On the up side, it's NBA night. Go Celtics.