I thought of a story while getting a massage from Britt:
"It is set it the classical era, there is a man by his window, looking at the moon. It's blue light shinning over the lake. There is a woman in the room, his woman; she didn't have much of a bosom but she had a heart bigger than anyone, and that is why he loved her. Each night they would dance, dance for hours and come back to their house and lay in their beds dreaming of the next nights dance."
Aside from the poor punctuation I thought it was good. I worked most of the day, and just had a stupid quote... I farted and then sprayed my pineapple room spray and then said "Oh, that didn't help, now it smells like someone crapped on a pineapple." But yeah work, counter in the morning, hosting at night. It was fun. I made a new system for keeping the order in tack and it worked for the most part. I went to a party for like a half hour, it was ok, not the best, only a few people were there. It was pretty ok, they were playing quarters and while they werent looking i poured the equivilant of 2 shots of everclear into the cup and someone chugged it. They had no idea... it was funny. Bedtime now, or soon, I am eating delicious resses pie...
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