First...where's my drunk dial, Robin? Its 10 pm EST...what the fuck?
Second, my life is a crazy mess of crazy. I did a (fake) rape trial this morning for a grade...and have been blowing off the extensive (read: paper due weds.) amount of work I have to do. there is rum in my glass...Jessie is asleep on the couch behind me, and I'm doing shitless, thankless work that I don't want to be doing right now because it means that I can drink while I do it and listen to the Inception soundtrack.
(COMPLETE sidenote...in hindsight, Inception was fucking awesome. Robin, I know we saw it together. I know that you had issues with it (because you're you) but a few months out--that was a fucking awesome movie. That's the kind of movie that I could grab a SoCo black and limeade to and watch on a projector wall after playing beirut...if you know what I mean).
Anyways...I have interviews with DA offices this week, so I'll be in NYC on Sunday-Monday and Chicago on Friday-Saturday, all in the hopes of protecting your safety for lower-than-deserved pay.
Oh...and next weekend, I'm probably going to get inappropriately drunk. Or watch as my immune system implodes. Haven't decided which yet.
I love you guys.
