Poop Shute

I now pronounce you...

...too busy to see each other at all this week. Enjoy.

ARGH. I am married now, and nothing is different. Well, nothing important anyway. I am still madly in love with two of the most beautiful, fun and funny women I have ever been blessed to share a bed with. Only now, Noel's car is busted and Meg works days and I am at rehearsals at night.

I miss my girls.

I just dropped off the final cut of my sound design (special thanks to Meg for doing about 85% of the work for me) and I do believe I am finally memorized for Crucible. All that is left to do now is study my ass off for my ACE retake coming up. If I don't pass it this time I may just implode out of shame/frustration/poverty. You'll see a burnt pock mark in the carpet between my smoking shoes and that will be all that is left of Mr Joey Moore.

I was only off by the one point last time, which seems like a mark in my favor, but months have passed with little to no studying. I fear my knowledge may have atrophied rather than improved. The worst part is, the test is at eight in the morning the day after Crucible opens. Damn damn damn.

Burnt pock mark, or dance of joy? We shall see.