Wholkins: Hey. Hey! It’s you! You’re not dead!
McClaud: Who said I was dead?
Wholkins: Your blog hasn’t been updated in like forever.
McClaud: I’ve been busy.
Wholkins: You’ve been depressed?
McClaud: Somewhat. I’m still waiting for someone to hire me.
Wholkins: Man, sorry.
McClaud: I got a hit, though. Some company named YOH wants to hire me for military work.
Wholkins: I thought you were done with the military.
McClaud: It’s work. Classified work.
Wholkins: So they’ve sunk as low to hire a dead, depressed guy.
Wholkins: Hang in there, you still have two months before you have to panic.
McClaud: Still – want to be employed.
Wholkins: Could be worse. Could be putting cover letters on TPS reports.
McClaud: Oh God, I hope not.
There are days, and then there are days. Some days, I wish Tycho and I could play a game.