Saturday, September 04, 2004

There are twelve strangers in my house, each with their own tv-related job to do. One of them plays with the dogs all day. It's his job. Most of them want to move furniture or talk loudly. Some of them want me to smile for a camera and crack wise at hours that I consider ungodly, like 10:00 am. The sun is out, and I'm scared. Or angry. No, I'm just really freakin' tired. The worst part of it all is that it's still up in the air as to wether or not Ninpo Burgers will hit prime-time cable. I'll keep you posted. I'm going to hide in the basement and take a nap.


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