Yes man

From last night:



Juan is battling ferociously with a hoard of mosquitos that have made their way into his room. Its about 2 a.m. and he has work in the morning, but he cant seem to stop.



He walked into the kitchen dreary-eyed a few hours later.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Fighting with mosquitos," he replied before collapsing into a chair.

There are fukking swarms of the buggers out here. They are gigantic, like the size of peanuts, and they are everywhere. You must sleep fully garbed, with the blanket wrapped tightly around your head and your shirt tucked into your pants. We bought some insect repelling air fresheners today. Who knows if they will work.

Juan was dancing crazily around the room telling the little vultures to get ready.





Wierd. I was watching the movie YES MAN, which takes place in Los Angeles, and as it ended, I had a feeling that I was in LA, for a few moments after I turned the dvd off. I always used to tell my coworkers that the movie was based on my life. But I had no idea what it was about.

Being a Yes man has many different meanings.



tuesday is pizza night. All the pizza places have specials tonight. We went with dominos. booooring. But at least the pizza comes with salsa and hazlenut dressing.
The proof is in the putting.