I am not going to lie. I woke up yesterday with an X-TREME hangover. My hangover could’ve gone on Fear Factor and kicked everyone’s non X-TREME poseur asses. The only thing that went into my stomach all day was Kashi Good Friends (which, by the way, is a real man’s cereal) and then the whiskey was fast and loose so I got kind of hammered. And when I mean “kind of” I mean “really a lot in an embarrassing way.” So if I didn’t make sense at the Croc Lounge, I apologize. The good news is that I woke up with all my clothes on and in my own apartment so at least some things went well. Or poorly depending on how you look at it I guess.

Yesterday my filthy co-workers over at BrainPOP ambushed the crap out of me with a surprise party to honor the release of the book. Karina had set up this “meeting” with me and some teachers and all week I had been trying to get out of it. Because I hate meetings. Teachers are OK, but meetings got to go. Anyway I figured it out when I was walking down the street and saw a bunch of my co-workers standing on the corner waiting to cross the street and I was like NO NO NO NO NO I’M RUNNING AWAY but Karina basically pushed me into the restaurant, which was the White Horse Tavern, which is where Dylan Thomas drank himself to death. Which was fitting. So there I am in front of all my co-workers who each had a copy of the book and then they asked me to read something aloud, which I did, and then sign books, which I did, and then drink, which, sadly, I did. So the hangover went away, but guess what? Woke up feeling pretty crappy this morning. But maybe that’s because I had to catch an early flight to San Francisco. Which is where I am now.

San Francisco says hi.

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