I just finished cleaning most of the house. Except for the shower — I hate cleaning the shower. The apartment is dusted though, the floors vacuumed, the trash/recycled’s all removed, and everything picked up.

There can only be one cause for this cleanliness of the apartment: The Man is coming.

El Martin is getting an in-home interview for his application today w/ “The Man.” Yes, it happens to be The Man in the sense that I worked for The Man previously. Let’s hope it goes well… if he gets the job, I’m gonna attempt to talk him into buying an HDTV and paying for satellite TV so I can watch football this fall. Nothing like leeching off the man.

Oh, and technically I had to vacuum because I lost a poker game to Martin on Thursday. But whatever.