Here we have another installment of the STAFF COMMUNICATION LOG:

27 APR 05 The ducks swim calmly, but the elderly whine endlessly about water temperatures. Nevermind all that shit though, because the wolves are growling deep in my stomach...they're hungry for blood...Los Charros blood. I'll fight with my fists and fingernails until the fools at the bar of genius have had their fill. God help me, and God help Harold.

This entry should have been longer, as the day featured multiple attacks from the elderly, and those sort of things are always deserving of extreme detail.