I’ll be the first to say that this weekend seemed more like a week day. What with all the working on Sam and My show, “Best Roomates Forever” and the legionistic forces of homework that I know full well await my return to my simple domicile. But within this dark, dark tunnel of dreary-ness was a BRIGHT SHIMMERING LIGHT!

BEN AND BILL AND JOEL WERE HERE!

And we hung out! We ate delicious thai-dinners! Ben left his leftovers at ma house! I’m gonna eat them!

Steven, Sam and I went to a haunted house. It was funny, the scarriest bits for me were just when we were in dark tunnells that had no light. Go figure, a grown man of 20 and I’m scared of the dark? My mother would cringe, knowing just 3 months ago she asked if she could donate my old night-light. OH mother, how wrong I was to give you the go ahead. Only the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo all aglow could scare away the demons, monsters, and horrors that live inside my closet, beneath the bed, and next to me under the covers. Sadness consumes me.

As I write this, Sam and I are working dilligently (more Sam than me, I’ll admit) on the final edit for the pilot to our show. This process is coming to (I pray to god) a quick conclusion. Oh, lord, please? We’ll hopefully be able to share parts (if not all) relatively soon.

As of late, I’ve been overwhelmed with a feeling of attraction for some of my nostalgic memories of the past. Undoubtely I’ve grown too old and must be put to death. If you can remember the past fondly then certainly you’ve lived far longer than you ought.

And on that note, I hope everyone has a good week!