I'm up in my room with a bottle of champagne re-watching Galactica with Maricel. The mating dance of the Dorkus Americanus with the Pacific Island variety of the species. Weezer texted that he had GRATE NEWZ. I turned off the phone. I can't imagine what the store smells like now. I've been invited to two dozen parties, but I just can't quite seem to get my ass off the bed and away from the pretty glowing pictures on the screen. Oh yeah, and from Maricel... It's been a while kids. Haven't really been out there since She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named ripped my heart out of my chest, took a bite, put it back in, pulled it out again and then set it one fire in front of me. I think I'm old now.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon
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