Went out on Saturday night for Jake's bachelor party. It was great because we didn't do anything crazy. We went to a few bars, had craft beers and cigars, listened to some music, saw the city.

The worst thing that happened was some mild difficulty locating a speakeasy, which is rather the point of a speakeasy and is to be expected.

There's a mildew smell in the office. I wonder if that's something I should be concerned about.

"Hey!" I shout. "If there are any mind-controlling fungus back there, you better not try anything! If you take over my mind, you gotta take over all its problems, too! No take-backsies!"