So, I just got back from Manhattan Beach where my good buddy Jean lives. Apparently, in addition to getting married, she moved to the apartment next door, so now she has a nice group of people to carpool with when she goes to work way the FUCK out in Industry. I drove down with The Man from Woodland Hills and it occurred to me that I don't think I necessarily want to bother trying to get a gig down at LAX. It's kind of a tedious drive. Of course, I was kinda tired and I still am. 'Sides, ain't like I can be all that choosy.

Anyways, we hit the pad and all three of us went over to the Starbucks for some drink; the guy accidentally gave us two brownies instead of one, so that was nice. We wandered over to the pier down there and shot the shit for the better part of ninety minutes before heading back and watching her wedding video before we took off. The "real" wedding is taking place in April next year, so that should be fun.

On the bad side, I forgot to bring her Queen of the Damned DVD, but if we end up goin' to this "Dave & Buster's" joint in Anaheim on Sunday, I'll bring it, then. On the good side, I got back my copy of When Gravity Fails by George Alec Effinger, which is one of my all-time favorite books. I'm probably gonna re-read it after I polish off Jennifer Government, which I'm enjoying the shit out of. Yay books!

All right, back to the e-mail...