Top Secret...Shh

I wasn't at work on Monday. As for where I actually was, I can't tell whoever may be reading this blog. It's top secret. Confidential. Classified. In case you are thinking of launching an investigation, which would be more of a waste of time than reading this blog. I can tell you that what I was doing was, as far as I know, completely legal. Do you know what's not legal? Besides arson and a bunch of other things that have nothing to do with this paragraph? Since this is a blog entry and not a conversation, I will tell you. I won't tell you about Monday because that's the answer - telling you any real information according
to my understanding of a legal document I read any may not be able to give many details about is illegal. Breach of contract. Punishable by a significant sum of money. I won't say how much, but it's far more than I have made or expect take ever make through writing this blog.

What I did on Monday provided a boost to my confidence. Confidence regarding what? you might ask if you are in fact a real person and not some google bot trolling my site and hopefully deciding to give it some sort of page rank. I might tell you, but then I might be breaking a very expensive promise so I will not. Will that feeling of confidence remain? I hope so. I can tell you that I am not referring to confidence regarding my ability to avoid litigation in the event of a breached contract, and I hope I do not gain any confidence in that area because that would be stupid.

I have not gained much confidence in my primary fantasy baseball team lately. Three consecutive bad days. That constitutes a streak, and not the kind I would like to have although there are certainly worse kinds of streaks to have. At least I can take solace in the fact that the bad luck affecting the performance of baseball players whose statistics are important to me is not my fault. As opposed to last night when I would have won some very unique pieces of artwork but my raffle ticket fell into my otherwise empty wallet and I couldn't find it until the next number was called. What kind of artwork was it? The confidential kind that I'm not going to say anything else about here. I wouldn't get sued for being more informative about it, but I don't want to talk about it and that's my prerogative. It's my blog I can omit what I want to. And end it whenever