Stupid, stupid Ted

I have titled this entry in such a manner to get back at my brother for being far too silly. It in no way reflects the happenings of today.

Ian, I might be a little late Monday. Just a little.

I'd first like to touch on something Julia wrote. Julia, I'm happy to entertain you during the long hours of blocking. Dylan started to go a little crazy, which made the second half of the day mildly frightening. I still love you, though, Mr. Goodman. I'd also like to send my most sincere apologies to anyone who might have been assaulted by the three of us interrogating them over a certain journal. I mean- not that we'd ever get loopy enough to do such a thing, of course.

I'll admit that the hours of blocking were long. Very very long. What's new there?

Hooray for costumes! I've gotten disco fever or something from the amount of glitter and sheen going on. We could probably outdo all those America's Next Top Model auditionees Ian saw. We were pretty fierce.