This week has been pretty boring. My foot is still injured, so I haven't left my place in a week. I did invite a buddy over and we drank wine, beer, and my prized Scotch. He's currently passed out on my guest bed next to a sack full of puke. I'm doing fine, considering that I outweigh him by 100 pounds. I made friends with the owner of a local Italian restaurant. I told him he has the absolute BEST coffee, cannoli, and pasties in the Marina. That small compliment gained me a free pound of freshly roasted espresso. It's good to be the king... 