Young man, you sure are nice looking.

Lots of introspection around these parts, folks. Lots of in-tro-spec-tion. I'll keep you posted on the conclusion; if I ever find one, that is.

My favorite part of catering is the end when people change into their street clothes. There is always some subtle surprise on people's faces that everyone tries to hide. Like, "damn, you are uglier than I thought!" or "Holy hell, do you clean up good!" You know, that kind of thing.

I'm reading FTFADIA again. It's requiring me to draw a diagram. A personal diagram. wtf?

This week has been filled to the brim with fun and non-fun activities. Lucky for me, the rest of this week looks like smooth sailing. I've knocked on wood already. Tomorrow brings drinks and tapas with an old pal and this weekend brings a little (much-needed) vacation . . .

In honor of getting home early, I think I'm going to wrap up this evening with a little 30 Rock and a tall glass of water . . . the literal kind; not the metaphorical. A full body massage before bed would bring this night to a Perfect with a capital P. But, I'll save that for another time.

I can't wait for California in a few months.
night.
-k.

p.s. I just wanted to add: For the record, I can't get enough of the VGL boys. Love. it.