Well this is fucking brilliant. But, I do win in the end. I did in true fact predict this. As did I predict it predictability to be predictably boring. Also. Feenie has been ordering shipping trucks full of canned tuna to my office. No matter how hard I try, those vandalous truck drivers insist upon leaving against my door. This, as you can predict, locks me in. More than once, I've been forced to sneak out using my safe room fire exit (also known as the back door). At least I can write Nick off as a tax deductible nuisance on my ass. Unless they've taken that one off the damn list.

My PlayStation Portable has gotten the nerve to cleverly hide from me before I pack my belongings for work. That is predictably absurd. I secretly know that it's just Nick going through my toys, and seeding them about as he sees fit. How I despise that child.