Looong day at work. A triple-O day. A long, tiring, but incredibly productive and fun day. A twelve-hour machete day -- long, sharp, and...uh pointy. Good for those African safaris, cutting vines and stuff. Yes.

Similes ain't my forté. (Or was that a metaphor? And I call myself a writer. Pft.)

Big two-and-a-half-hour brainstorming session tonight, fuelled by pizza. So much pizza, in fact, that I'm all pizzaed out, which is very rare. I'm quite pizza-resistant. I can stomach a lot of pizza. 'Pizza' is an absurd word, it really is.

But yeah, a really fun, really worthwhile brainstorming session. I really love working in a creative industry. Getting paid for sitting around a table, eating pizza, being loud, and trying to come up with wild ideas...God knows, I'm a lucky, lucky guy. What were we brainstorming about? That, I can't tell ya. It's a Secret. You know, hush-hush. I'll let you in on the Secret next summer.

King of Queens now. Gotta run.  ¶ 23:04