Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and Spira has much to be thankful for this year. First off, we adopted a new dog! His name is Fletcher and he is not better than me. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a sweet kid, but if he thinks he’s in charge of the house now, he’s in for a rude awakening! He’ll eat his Purina Dog Chow and be damn grateful for the opportunity. I’m also thankful for Gino’s, especially for Dean and John. Sometimes, they aren’t there and that puts me in the awkward position of having to actually order my drinks and food. I’ve grown accustomed to a certain level of service, and that does not include having to get the attention of another human being to verbalize what items I would like delivered to me. Lame!
I miss Eddie and Alex, but don’t tell them I said that! I do not, however, miss Daniel. He was really holding me back and raining on Spira’s parade. Well, I should probably get back to the coal mines, Frankie and Nick aren’t going to punch themselves in the arm!
Cheers,
Spira