  BUCK AS FUCK! It was the best of times... the worst of times... etc. So the boys are gone and I'm going to be sad.
Almost cried. Can't wait to get DWs special care package, sketch books stuff and mixed cds, fliers from home, short stories. I wish I would have gone to see Dillinger Escape Plan with them, but I didn't have the money to spend and more people were coming to visit.
My brother's friend (my pal by association) is here looking for a place to live in the NYC area. Hopefully he's enjoying himself. I only see him at night. Trying to tie up some loose ends, clean my place, write the fishing story that's due in a few days to NJ Angler, and catch up on my New Yorker issues. Mom will be here Friday, look out. 
