People,

I apologize. I sincerely do. I had a barrage of email yesterday taking me to task for not mentioning there would be three days without a diary entry. Some people, like John D. from Maryland, were so upset they used this weird code to tell me how upset they were. He writes "you god damn bastard! If you don't stop sleeping with my wife I will break your knees with a hammer and cut your eyes out with nail clippers. P.S. you're not my son's daddy." OK John, I get the picture, I will let you know when I'm not going to update for a couple days. Geez.

In other news, as I woke up this morning from a very ill-advised night of drinking with the MCat, Ladyfriend Sarah woke me up with this important question "why would you be the best man at your best friend's brother's wedding?" (to the sorely hungover this question is like being asked to do some kind of insane calculus problem while a beaver eats your toes) Anywho, I said "you wouldn't." So she said "but your best friend Harry has a brother Larry and in five days from now he's gonna marry. You're hoping you can make it there if you can, cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man." Sarah wins

Young MC, a man of mystery....