This time I was visiting the sidekick, who I haven't seen since May. When I planned the trip I had thought I was going to sleep, but if you have read any of my older commentaries you should know that we don't really sleep. There have not been many changes.

There is a guy named Joe that I really have to rip on. (Anyone who looks like Drew Carey should be.) He is so firmly in Danielle's control it is amusing. I swear I could see the whip marks. We spent a lot of time dancing in his room--he had this stripping pole. After awhile he decided to tell Danielle that CLEARLY I wanted to take my shirt off. Apparently he was willing to give up his frog poster to see it happen. Sadly for him, it was clear to me that he wished to be executed and I don't give last requests.

Before bedtime [a time during which everyone but Danielle and I sleep] and after dancing we talked for awhile about what we had done in the last year. Angela fell asleep when we were somehow sidetracked into writing the porn version of Sesame Street. She still managed to entertain, however, when in the midst of the discussion concerning Count Spankula, the number of the day '69' and the TRUE relationship between Ernie and Bert she proceeded to clean herself, feline style. At first we weren't sure she if she was awake or not, but after repeatedly licking her hand and rubbing her face we decided she wouldn't do it if she was awake. Her only comment after waking was this..."Well...there was a cat in my dream...but I didn't think it was me!"

School starts tomorrow. Oy.