Chris is gone again, thank goodness. Thought I’d take the peace and quiet during his flight to write. I’m back at home right now. Al asked if I’d be interested to help with Chris’s mission, something about the Bermuda Triangle, but I rejected the offer. They’ve all been trying to “recruit” me for months. I suspect it’s a ploy. They’re all just trying to become my favorite so they can get discounts at Roundhouse Pizza (as if they don’t get enough free food anyways). Truth is, I can’t stand Chris. I don’t want to be his point-man because I just KNOW he’ll be more insufferable than he already is. Yeah, we’re friends, but I almost feel like it’s out of obligation. And I am NOT obligated to trudge through nonsensical information and check his emails for him while he’s out on one of his crusades playing hero. Seeing the news footage of him prancing around and flexing to all the ladies makes me sick to my stomach; it all just goes to his head and then he’s really not fun to deal with aft...