so last night was a hoot and a holler. right after work i met up with kevin and jeremy and the rest of the gang to celebrate their return from "the pan." it was a good time. many beers were drank (drunk?), good times were had. after everyone started spliting from the outlook, kevin, blaine and i walked up to the store, grabbed another 6 pack, and went back to blaine's house for some futurama. a solidly good night.

one of the things to come out of last night: l&n should be rcording next weekend. this will either be great or a complete disaster. i'm hoping for "great" and planning for "complete disaster."

matt's really kicking ass, over there. 3 for 3 on the posts, this week. i wonder if he's feeling the burn, yet…

they're filming the pilot for some ghetto-ass reality show across the street from my house. if this thing actually makes it to tv, you'll see my car on just about every episode, as i'm always parked right in front of the house they're filming at. what kind of tv production company has a damn yahoo email address? ghetto.

as i just started developing a splitting headache, i was thinking "at least it's payday." and then they told me something i really didn't want to hear:

Unfortunately, they will not be here until after 1 PM tomorrow.

i am fully prepared to kill someone. i have $2.06 to my name, today, as i planned on getting paid. this does not bode well for my lunch time. or the fact that my car is almost out of gas.

yes…this day can only get better from here. nevermind. forget i ever even iplied that things could not get worse. they always can and they always do.