Morning everyone.
I had a dream last night that I was in one of those horror movies with the kind of frat-party thing where everyone mysteriously starts dying. I was the character who "decides not to go to the party, stays alive, and gets to live in the big huge sorority house on her own and surf BWW for the rest of her life".
Sometimes being antisocial pays.
Be happy, Harris. It's a new day.
"I can't figure out what kind of life this is, comedy or tragedy, I just know it's showbiz. And what if I don't agree with the lines I have to read? They don't pay me enough, the way I see it."