Ah, lunch breaks. That blessed time where you take a nice long breather from your job, grab a cup of coffee with some co-workers, or just sit around for 45 minutes, dreading the inevitable return to your tiring routine. Not so with me! I was so thrown off by what I learned this morning that I absolutely had to go home, dig through my brother’s business papers, and practically beg for a lawsuit to be brought against me.
That’s right: what we have here is a super-duper top-secret Widmore Industries document. It’s so secret that my brother couldn’t even tell me about it. It’s so secret that he signed a bunch of legal papers threatening him with certain death monumental legal fees if he even spoke a word about what was contained therein. It’s so secret that…I’m going to post it because I don’t really give a crap.
So it has to be good, right?
Try as I might, I simply couldn’t dig up anything good on the fabled I. Theta Project. All I found was this measly letter, featuring some technobabble and cordial back-patting. I’m at least glad to know my brother made a friend, even if he appears to be a long-distance one. And I think it’s kind of cute that they were planning to go on a corporate retreat of some sort, though I don’t remember hearing anything about it.
I have to admit, I’m kind of disappointed. But is there anything more to this? It appears to have been sent a mere two months or so before my brother disappeared, and that brings back some sad memories. He was probably planning my birthday party that very same day, which ended up being a lot of fun, seeing as how we watched all 6 Star Wars films back-to-back and dressed up like Wookiees. We called it Wookiee Day ’06. It was awesome.
But that’s all that really comes to mind. And that bums me out.
Oh well, back to work.