jesse sent me this. you know me and my puzzles... just can't get away from them. make sure you turn your volume up to listen to the hints if you can't figure it out.

leave it up to sean to come up with something so profound.

in case you've been wondering why i've been MIA...

i've been working at least 50 hour weeks (something i'm not quite used to yet) - full-time at parsons and part-time at banana. by the time i get home i just crash on my bed (sometimes i sleep in my work clothes). i come home only to sleep and shower. the free time that i did have went to jesse, but that's another story... anyway, to make matters worse, my lolo had a heart attack on monday. in addition to that, he caught pneumonia and has fluid in his lungs. the past week i've been calling out at banana and spending the evenings at the hospital watching my lolo sleep. he seems to be getting better but he's also been hallucinating and talking jibberish which scares the hell out of me.

currently i'm sitting here congested with a fever which i think i must have caught in vegas last weekend - not enough sleep, too much alcohol, cigarette smoke everywhere - but hey, i won $250 in 5 minutes and i spent less than $10 on that stupid munsters slot machine. sucky thing is i spent about have of my winnings at the olympic garden from the lap dance i bought myself from the filipina chick. hey man, i bought jesse a lap dance too so don't think i'm all gross now (actually, i think he enjoyed my lap dance more than i did).

anyhoo, one of my coworkers read my palm (something her mom taught her how to do when she was a child) the other day and she scared the poop outta me. she started telling me the same things the psychic told me that i had seen about 2 years ago. well slap me on the ass and call me your bitch. that's just too freaky.