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My man, my friend! Can you talk to that friend of yours about our special project? You know the one, that we need serious number crunching on!

Guys, I just had the most amazing week.

I had some incredibly amazing sex, on a blanket under the stars, and found all new and interesting ways to drink wine if you know what I mean.

I got to help a new friend track his car down, I met a crazy lady with a cat, and then I sold a Harley at my shop that should keep me in business for at least a few months. I might even take some of that money and go out to celebrate.

I got in a bar fight with midgets that looked like some sort of re-enactment of the battle in those walking movies. A friend of mine got shot, which was pretty exciting! He's fine, of course, and needs lots of special care, if you know what I mean.

I finally got to see that man Loki's show last week, which was also amazing. I'm pretty sure I saw Orb in the audience, too, so really the only thing that would make this week any better is if I won a million dollars and bought a ship.

The day you're rewarded for successfully navigating another week of school and work. The day you think maybe there is a god, and go on home to get things done. I've been thinking about sneaking into movies, dumpster diving for french fries and lifting some diamonds at the mall. In between hanging at the library to stay cool get this shitty homework thing finished online. God, I love the internet.

So, hi. Flynn Rider. Anybody here got plans?

( This is wrong. )

This is not the color I asked for. The car should be a pale yellow, like a rose, not banana-yellow. The man at the body shop claims that it's impossible to match, but I don't believe him. Haven't been this pissed off upset in a while. It's like reaching the end of a marathon and being told you still have five more miles to go!

Yes, I know I'm putting far too much energy into this car. I have too much free time. And I've been thinking about that a lot lately, too.

I need a drink.
I need to go swimming until I feel better.
I need both.
Damn anxiety meds. Damn painkillers.

Broadcasting this here so that I've got an audience who'll be witnesses since I've got the feeling it's all going south soon. James Whatever Your Middle Name Is Kirk, you had better to GOD be resting and taking care of yourself, and anybody tells me otherwise, I'm gonna hunt you down at Mad Dogs and come after you. Everybody else? If you make sure he's doing it, you'll have my thanks.

Something tells me that the kid needs watching, and I'm not about to let my work go and get ruined or give him an infection, specially when I'm not exactly used to extracting bullets that are keeping somebody alive.

After the midget bar fight, what in the hell did I just type, but swear on a stack of bibles that it's actually TRUE, we wound up somehow at Scotty's and the morning after getting drunk...best hangover of my LIFE, I've got to say. I won't post any more about that here just yet, but trust me, it was golden.

Work's in a couple hours, and it's gonna be a long shift. Why'm I suddenly just missing out on all the fun?