another day in the neighborhood

i'm reading through my script to practice... have a bit of it down already. we begin read-throughs soon, then will begin shooting mid-month.

kyle, justin and i went out last night to a dead-blakes and a weird burkharts. stalker and his posse was out and of course right under us. that freak is amazing. when we were in the back bar he stood there. when we moved to the show bar, he followed us there and stood to the side. he's such a puke.

anyway... i need to call wendell. he's gonna kill me but i've tried to call and his cell is dead and it's midnight afterwards and can't call his house... i'm thinking out loud.

hank is at the beach. miss him.

i had a weird dream last night. for some reason i was driving leslee's car, which was a kia. she wasn't with me and for some reason i had to get to their house quickly. i turned into their drive and spun the car around very james-bondish into the parking spot.

when i walked inside, mrs. rhonda was nude in the living room on the couch and mr. vaughn was standing while asleep in front of the tv. shae, their dog, just barked a few times like she normally does and went to get her toy for me. now that i'm thinking back, jennifer's little yappy dog was nowhere around.

then i went to jennifer's room where she was lying in bed playing a video game and had gifts spread over the bed. they were supposed to be for me but she insisted on opening them and keeping them for herself.

then my phone alarm went off.

i have the weirdest dreams ever.

i need to go shave.