I like to complain
Yessir. Going to catch a show at the ART tonight, got told to squirt maple syrup on a room full of sixteen year old girls, fell in love with the indian grocery store across the street, got my reording capabilities at a go thanks to dan who came by to work on a film score, called hundreds of people and asked the same 12 questions for hours and hours, mulled wine, preparing for adam's birthday party tomorrow, had several in depth discussiong about zombies, hopefully finalizing the harper's ferry show for february, etc. ups and downs. I will not eat green egg (fries) and ham (thins). Mud flaps on the truck that is your ridiculous life.