So, I wake up this morning, stare at the alarm clock menacingly while daring it to go off, find my underwear and shorts, put on a shirt, then go to head out to the living room only to find a surprise. My door is closed, and it has a note taped to it. It said:
"To Mr. Hankins,
Please make up your mind about that offer I made to you soon. By 'soon,' I mean within the week. Just post your answer on that little blog of yours. I can't keep the rabid dogs tied up forever boy.
Dude gave me a gorram time limit. I still have no clue what I'm going to do. Advice would be great. A strategy guide for my life would be even better. I'll post my decision on Friday.