And before that...

Ok so, it's ok. First of all, it is now vaguely possible that I do actually live here. I drove to a movie theatre last night and ate a falafel (probably the best falafel I'd ever done eated), and these are things one might do in the city in which one lives, and so, I accept the possibility. We'll discuss it later.

My stomach's untying a little, a lot really, about work too. I had some fears, and they were unfounded (though not unreasonable), and I'm still totally in love with the idea of my job and how much Good Shit there is to do and how I'm now in a position to do it. I just want to get rolling. I just want to Go. I think today is going to be Go Day. Go, Chen, Go. I can't wait til i have something to show you. Next month. In the meantime, I'm proving my little Missouri "Acid Party in My Gastro-Intestinal Tract... BYOZantac!" episode to have been an overreaction. And anyway, that was the antibiotics more than anything else I'm guessing.

So what were some things from the road I neglected to tell you? My cat kinda rules. She held up way better than I ever would have expected and she totally pulled the puppy standing up and resting her paws on the window and looking at the scenery action. She talked a lot. She's iodine. Totally.

Oh yeah! I had the world's dopest surprise party the wednesday night before I left! Holy shit that was a week ago, what's that all about? But anyway yeah, i went to kansas to you know drink some wine and do some laundry before we went to the Hut, and Ann said "why don't you leave your laundry in the car and we'll get some champagne first" and i was like "ok" and then there were a million people (or at least a lot, and many many that I was seriously distraught over the idea that I might not get to say a proper goodbye to; I don't know if I emphasized this properly but two weeks is not a lot of time to close up your world, when you're working full time) and a cake with Guy Piccioto's Butt (DC rocks the photo cakes like no other town on earth) and i ate Guy's Butt and i LIKED IT. And I hope cynthia doesn't breathe a word of it to him cause she was there and probably a bit stunned. Guy's Butt. Guy's Butt. Guy's Butt. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go see Instrument. Or ask Tina Plottel. Also i should probably clarify, Guy's Butt is not so much a posterior as a state of mind.