I'm back from Lala Land. And I return with a shocking discovery - flying the red eye blows. I'm tired! I want to go home. And soon I will.

Anyway, highlights of the trip include...well, job-related stuff, and seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time (hint: it's water). The weather was also nice. Unfortunately, my biggest view of LA was from the airplane window, in the dark. From that view, however, I was able to determine that it's freakin' huge. My embargo against ever living in LA is temporarily lifted until more research is conducted.

Just a quick note before I leave for California. Thanks to all who offered words of encouragement. I'm sure things will be all right (knock on wood), but just in case I want a Viking funeral. This weekend saw my grand return to Boston and my grand reinsinuating myself into the Slow Kids where Andy and I spent the better part of two days acting like we were still members of the group. Kudos to the Slow Kids, especially Bill O'Reilly and the Fun Squad. You guys still got it! I'm also now the proud owner of a tape of last spring's show, "An Evening of Tasteful Sketch Comedy", which I will show to you even if you don't want me to. Well, I must be off. Wish me a good flight (again) and I'll let you all know how it goes.

So, I'm going to California on business at the end of the month. It was a trip I had previously lobbied to be included in, but now...I'm nervous. It's less than a month before my wedding. There's too much potential there for things to turn darkly ironic, and I hate that. I'm not usually too afraid of flying, but... Well, I often say that the only reason I've gotten this far in my life is my inordinately large supply of luck, and that my greatest fear is one day my luck will run out. I hope and pray that never happens.

On a happier note, Brooke and I held a Seder in our apartment last night and it was a big success, despite the fact that we woke up with a ton of cleaning and cooking to do and the floor was swarming with ants. Yes, ants. And some of them had wings. It ws pretty horrific, but luckily in the grudge match between ants and vacuum cleaner, vacuum cleaner won.

So, wish me a safe flight. And then knock on wood, cause I'm one superstitious mothafucka.

I've come to a conclusion about the so-called "adult" world I'm now entrenched in - being poor sucks. I should probably start playing the Lottery, but I'm not gullible enough. Yet.

Tomorrow starts Passover, and Brooke and I are doing a Seder at our apartment Thursday night. This means we have to finally clean the apartment, something we've never fully done since we moved in over 5 months ago. We did, however, burn some sage last night, in an attempt to re-clear the apartment of any ghosts or spirits that might have wormed their way back in. Remember, the building used to be a hospital. If there was something we could burn to get rid of bugs, that would be good, too.

If I had to characterize how things are in general, I'd say "really good". The only thing holding things back from being excellent is the financial situation. Things between Brooke and I are spectacular. I'm a lucky boy.

If I think of anything more to say, I'll add it... thank you for following my boring life. Ta!

Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and I didn't do anything for anybody. Chances are I was all fooled out, as I'd spent the last several weeks trying to hide Brooke's (then) impending bridal shower from her. I even went so far, the night before it happened, as to lie to her and tell her it was the following week. She got so mad that I spilled the beans that I slept on the couch that night. So I was in no rush to fool anyone again so soon. The party, by the way, was lovely and now I'm drowning in cool shit for the home. Coffee makers with automatic timers kick the shit out of percolators.

So the great exercising experiment has been superceded by the great "Sitting on your ass watching last week's video of 24" experiment. Actually, I still have plans to continue with it, but I've been very excited in the last few days by my proclomation that, by the end of 2003, I shall have written a published comic book. I have plans in the works. Certain plans that I shall elaborate on if all goes according to...uh, plan. If that doesn't work, I have backups of EPIC proportions.

Why am I so keen on writing a comic right now? Because I need some money like nobody's business. On thr bright side, though, the honeymoon is now completely paid for. I'm also going to the Slow Kids show on April 25, so if you are too I'll see you there.

Nothing funny will come out of this war. Except for this.