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Good day today! Pearle and I went to the Spaghetti Factory and had a nice dinner. Any place with free refills on the cokes gets my personal thumbs up. I should really start keeping track of how much I drink. Tonight was light — I only had three. Last night at White Spot I had six glasses. I’ll probably die soon.

Then we watched the end of American Idol, which is a show I personally don’t understand. Why don’t they dangle a giant sword above the singers’ heads that slowly lowers itself with every wrong note? It’s such a simple concept! The big guy won. I liked him better anyway. Paula Abdul’s closing comments were crazy in how she managed to ramble on for two minutes and say nothing more than white noise would have.

Then we watched more Scrubs and I felt better.

Submissions for Epic are open. I need to get writing. If you’re thinking of submitting, please don’t, as competition drives me into a murderous rage and I have access to a myriad of knives and other objects suitable for bludgeoning a man. My initial idea for a script was a Spider-Man project, but after reading the guidelines, I think that might be a bit too traditional for their tastes. Now I’m thinking about doing a ‘relationship’ book, possibly set in in a college dorm. Maybe I’ll throw in a world-devouring alien in order to make it seem less girly.

Tomorrow is Pearle’s day off. We are going to go to Playdium (the arcade) and I’ll teach her how to play videogames. I also have to do laundry — we spent part of the night wandering around this labyrinth-esque apartment building looking for the laundry room.

And, yeah, it’s still raining, but I don’t even notice any more.

Smiley face.