Done with Dos

I got food poisoning from Dos Reales yesterday. I’m going to Real Hacienda from now on. Moe is down here for the weekend. Kit comes back today. Two nights ago, Tommy and I got yelled at for going on the roof at some girls’ party. I haven’t talked to Jenn for a week. Hopefully she hasn’t been stabbed, and was only traded off into marriage for an agouti. Oh, she’s in Brazil. I finished writing my resume, but now I don’t know what to do with it. Do I just send it out as an attachment to every company I would consider working for? It’s damn near 80 degrees out. Call me if you want to do something outside.