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Anthony moved up. Christian has decided to move back down. Natalie moved to Atlanta. Jimmy moved to the couch. Anthony moved into the basement. I saw Monster again. I saw King Arthur, and The Bourne Supremacy. I saw Before Sunset and The Village, and The Machurian Candidate. I had Indian food for the first time. I went to a reptile expo and a Finger Eleven concert. James Black recognized me from The Robert Cake. We talked for a spell about movies and about his desire to score a film some day. He gave us his personal email address because he likes the way we're out there, doing something about our dreams. He said he knows too many "actors" who seem to believe that someone is going to seek them out, like some director is going to knock on their door. You have to get out and do it he told us while I bit my tongue. I finally had my first unofficial drum lesson with George and Jimmy, and since have found myself loads more confident in front of a kit. The Braves have beaten odds and climbed up into first place. Ricky Williams retired at 27. My mother has moved in with my dad's best friend. My dad's girlfriend left him. My grandfather turned eighty. And I found out one of my best friends has been in love with me for nine years. So all that, plus a healthy heap of 'more of the same' to thicken in all the hours in between has been my three-week hiatus from this journalmajigger. In the shell of a nut.

The Skittles were good.

The Village was better.