And before that...

Brodeur rocks, non? Why don't you tell him so at mbrodeur at emerson.edu

I am here. I got here last night. I drove. Laura drove. We drove and drove and drove. We swam in missouri, we gambled in Las Vegas, but otherwise we drove. And drove, and drove, and drove.

Now we are here.

WHAT THE FUCK?

I'm at work. Ok. New work. New job. I like it. I like it soooo much. I mean, there's nothing specific to like so far, but i like it all.

I uh... i almost lost my cat last night in Topanga Canyon, which my hosts described as Not Terribly Cat Friendly esp. at night. She came back though, and Zoe is my hero now.

Uh, what the fuck? I can't possibly live here. I can't possibly because I have no idea where the fuck i am. Also and plus, i'm living out of suitcases so i can't possibly live here right? I am on a trip. Long trip, with a job and I am staying in Ian's house and Ian lives next door to Animal Chin, and so do you see? It's all ok, even though I can't possibly live here.

We'll see.

I won $18 in Vegas.

Um.

????????

What have i done. I mean i'm kidding, i mean it's all ok, but uh. Holy shit.

Ok,

mary