So it's 2:20 am and I'm on the phone with Audrey. We're uh... writing Audrey's "E true Hollywood Story" as the wife of the real Chupacabra. We will eventually e-mail it to Ann fearing for her life. Anyway, I say one final excursion before you go, Jocey. Whether it's running around flynn park at night or filling classrooms with balloons, I'm game. I wanna have another excursion before you peace this joint and lose interest or die before I see you next... Not that any such fate should plague you before Lip sync (which is when I'll see you next *hopefully*).
To tell you the truth I fear for my life. I am afraid I've stepped into an alternate reality which all too much resembles an old holywood horror film. An old classic house, a thick cloud of fog hugging the thicket of overgrowth. Wait, is that a wolf I hear baying out into the morn. I'll watch every nook from the orner of my eye as to not get ghosted when I least expect. I fear for my life, I tell you. Goodnight cruel, cruel world. May your tidings be fairer in the morn.