Tomorrow is going to suck, I pen this on the eve of what is sure to be, yes, one of the worst days of my life. An old friend of mine once got his jimmy stuck in his jean zipper; I only wish things were going that well here at Domo Domo studios. It's not me, it's a family member.
I will undoubtedly get wasted at the goth vs. golf party on Saturday. Sssh, it's a secret.