Saturday: There goes my plan to stay home all day tomorrow.

"Oh, I'll made queso!  It'll be a fun-day!"

Except queso requires processed cheese, and I don't eat mine fast enough, so mine expired.  A lot expired.  So much that I'm not willing to trust it.  So I have to go get more tomorrow, which sucks.

So I killed a governor, and because I didn't scope things out enough, I did it in full view of like three people.  This caused someone to hire an assassin.  "Ok, that's my job, but whatever," I thought, and killed him.  Which caused a new one to be sent.  And a second.  But I discovered that assassins are like cats: they don't like to get wet.  Hence why I'm standing on the stolen boat.

• Facebook is garbage.
• What's going on in Chile.
• And it's going to donking rain tomorrow?  Ugh.