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I am now in possession of a bottle of Cuban rum—codenamed Bryce—compliments of my favorite embargo-jumper.

I’ve been working on the Mombo site at night trying to get it finished before their party on the 25th. I think it’ll be done, but it’s going to be tight. I’m still not coming up with anything for my dad. It has me nervous. I don’t want to let him down.

I’ve decided cold weather sucks worse than snow. I never thought I’d say it. It’s been 20 below for a month straight and I’m sick of it. When it’s this cold I lose all desire to do anything other than get up, get in my cold car, go to work, work, get in my cold car and go home and stay there. How anti-social of me.