Yes, I'm here. Get the four of us together, and we'll bring the fucking house down. Ate Indian food and farted in the car. Played pinball, and drank beer.
Life is good.
So, I'm back in Illinois, and have had the first round of what will be an excruciating bout of auditions. Oh, life, I am upset with you. I am lonely and sad, and I want to cry, but am dehydrated to the point of no return. Haven't a clue. Just know that things are unclear and don't appear to be who I am.