Apparently Joe thought that someone had added more hours to the day.
We discovered after a month of getting the restaurant ready to open, while still running an existing restaurant and managing a baby, that the earth's rotation on its own axis was still, yes, sadly only 24 hours.
I know. I too was quite disappointed.
So yeah, the Grill across the river from our hamburger joint had closed earlier and the chance came up for us to take it over and take it over we did. We changed the name from the grill to the diner and voila!
A new headache and all-consuming money pit.
Actually, it wasn't a money pit. A pit assumes there's a bottom. This was a friggin' black hole.
Sorry to say, the economy is such that a venture like this was not the smartest thing to do (especially since most of my vendors have agreed this has been the worst year for restaurants in 20 years) and we closed the place at the end of December.
Yeah, we took a risk and it didn't pan out. What are you gonna do? We still have Small Fryes so that's good.
I also have more time again. Joe made some comment about how I used to love posting to my journal and thought I should get back to that again.
So here we are!
*dons Ed Norton's Fight Club voice* I am Joe's guilt-ridden conscience.
I don't know about writing fanfic anymore, but there is so much else to write about: newsworthy stories, reality tv, movies, kids, those wacky Kardashians...
Wait, I won't go there. They get enough press already as it is.
(For what I have no idea).