Back In Badass Brooklyn.

Zelda's fatter and my dill plant died. But other than that nothing has changed. Janus is the only one who acted like he missed us at all and he smells mysteriously like puke. Cats.

I'm scrambling to get some marketing materials for this golf tournament we're doing in conjunction with American Cancer Society at the end of the month at PeekN'Peak so I'm in high-stress mode.

Which wouldn't suprise anyone who's known me for more than one week.

Yayayayaya.