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It was cool this morning but it heated up like a sumbitch. We were in town all afternoon. We left the windows open and it was 91 degrees in the house when we all got back. It's damn near eleven at night and it's still over 80 in here. I know one sweaty bastard who's gonna sleep on top of the covers tonight. Commando.

Nah. Today was fun. Bro's mega-pregnant wife and I ran a few errands while he was being briefed by a 3-star general. I'm gonna be going to some parenting classes with her next month. That's probably a good thing. I had a dream that I squished my nephew last night. He was bright red and smaller than an inchworm. I couldn't find his little ass. Then I saw the red smear on my thumb. I felt bad so I woke up. Then I stumbled to the bathroom and threw some rope. I felt better then.

The boston movie is still under construction. I've got just under 90 pages typed up. I've just gotta tinker with it a little. I need to talk to the old man. I haven't jawed with him for three or four days. He's pressing me to write as fast as possible. I can dig it. I've gotta get this pig done so we can include it in our pitch to the movie turds in a few months. Yep. I've gotta get back to it.