July 5th, 2002


This place is a ghosttown. The day after Independence Day is not a state holiday, but it might as well be. I'm alone. It's quiet. Around the building all the parking spaces are vacant.

I think I partied too hard on the 3rd, because I didn't much feel like going out yesterday. In fact, I stayed home all day. Little Brian had his annual barbecue, to which I was invited, but I decided to skip it for the first time in four years. Hope I didn't miss anything exciting.

So now I'm back at the office, giving you citizens of California the most for your tax dollar.