Man, do I have a lot of crap. It's almost embarrassing how many comic books and Legos I have. Anyway, tomorrow the movers come and take all our shit away, and then we make the drive to San Jose over four days with two cars, each with two cats each.
We started Reggie on Prozac last week, and he has not peed once. That's good news.
And a week from today I'll be starting on my first job job in five years. Thass some scary shit.
I'll update when I can, but expect the next couple weeks to be crazy biz-zay.
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I am so disappointed we had to leave the party when we did.
ED: Dude, you're hammered.
LAYMAN: No, I'm not.
(turns to Brandon)
Am I?
BRANDON: Let's just say you're "well on your way."
ED: Yeah, "well on your way" to fucking hammered!
TITFIGHTER FOREVER!
Titfighter Island!
Let me say as the other person with a "B" in his name, standing next to John, waving his arm like an epileptic mental patient, that I was ROBBED of winning that script. I will likely envy you forever, Brandon. Of course, you can always run off copies of it and send it out to the rest of us...
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