Heard on the street: "Outside of work, I'm a nice guy." and "...going as a slutty Chilean miner." Not sure how one would pull that one off, but hey, it's topical.
My spirit seems to be sufficiently broken now that my days off are over and I'm back from the desert. Funny how a job can do that to a person. No more howling coyotes at night, no more cocktails by the pool. Sigh. Big sigh.