1. My brother and I play this game called "fuck 'em!" where we call each other, tell our stories, and respond to everything with "Fuck him" or "fuck her." It's stupid, but it makes everything feel funnier.

"Bitches be crazy, bro."
"Yeah. You're right, Tay. Bitches DO be crazy."
"Fuck 'em."
"Yeah! Fuck her!"

"Aw, fuck him."
"Yeah. That's what I was going to say. Fuck him. And fuck Cole!"
(Cole, in the background: "hey!")

etc etc.

2. I haven't been upset, or stressed, really, just BUSY and damn tired. But last night I had good dreams! Not "not-bad" dreams, but actually good on their own account. That changes things.

3. You may have thought Ponylegs.com broke it's leg and we had to shoot it down by the river, but you'd be wrong. Bill and I are cooking something up.