Well my job has become a prison sentence as last Monday my boss instituted restricted Internet. I only have access to Westlaw and Whitepages.com, which gets completely boring after you type your last name in once. My only refuge is constant emailing with Charlie Hustle and his boy toy Joey Mac (who actually had a dream about this blog last night), who try their best to keep me up to date with the days happenings. Since my websurfing at work is now akin to surfing on the Long Island Sound (for our non-NY readers, there are no waves on the Sound and low tide smells like a dead bajengo) I am really out of the loop when it comes to the days sports/pop culture news. Thus my blogging has suffered severely. Furthermore, it does not help that I had to work on my Florida Bar Admission application the past couple nights, thus occupying my precious 2-3 hours of free time during the day. Thankfully that application is done and in the mail. I can't wait until I get denied for being a completely immoral individual.
Alas, I will make a concerted effort to post more frequently. This blog isn't going to die on my watch.