The apocalypse has hit New Orleans and people have stopped going out to drink . The bar is the worst in the company right now . It’s fucking New Orleans!! There are more drunks per square block in the French quarter then anywhere on the planet . The staff is super pretty right now . My god what the hell is going on there ? If it wasn’t 120 degrees in the shade I would go next week .
On a good note . I hired a new housekeeping company . My house is actually neat but I hate sweeping and mopping . They came in like a cyclone today !!! Gracias Dios. Something about a clean smelling house . I have told Jackson to lock his room . I don’t want to scare them away . It’s a science experiment gone wrong in there .
And today Jackson will receive his first check from Samurai Pie! He really is a hard worker . Chip off the block . “Save it now because in about 6 years your friends will know when you get paid and say First round on Jackson .” I need to make sure he is conveniently absent from parties those days . But life as a molecular biologist doesn’t leave room for many parties . ( not his dream but mine )