Hello hello. I thought i'd start out right by writing something on here right away. It's friday night/saturday morning. 1 AM. Stephen dropped me off at a bar after leaving Grammie's house so i could say hi to some of the few remaining friends i have in New Jersey. Most of them were drunk and stupid. They'd ask me how i'm doing and what i'm doing and expect me to answer... but they had nothing useful or interesting to return with because they were smashed. It was a big let down after spending two days with you guys. And do you ever get those comments like "God, don't you hate having to spend time with your family on holidays?" I always want to respond with "it's a lot more fun than standing here talking to your dumb ass," but i never do.