Hell yeah!

Things that are fucking sweet:

• That dumbass contractor didn't show for the trial, so we won by default.  My lawyer made me take the back stairs out of the court room because, "If he shows, we have to go to trial.  This way, we win!"   I was all, "Stairs it is, dude!"   Now he's going to work on the collection part.  I took three xanax before the trial, and went to lunch with my friend patrick afterwards.  We drank beer, and the minute we got back to my house, we both passed out on the sofa for like 2 hours.  TEAM NAP FTW!
• I never, ever, ever have to go back to the plantation.  It just hit me yesterday.  I am fucking PSYCHED.
• I start my new job today!  I have an aeron chair!  I made homemade cinnamon rolls!  Shit is sweet!
• Do y'all remember a website called The Safeword?  Well, the awesome lady who ran that site emailed me today, and it was awesome to hear from her.  I'd thought of her recently, and tried unsuccessfully to hunt her down.  It's always awesome to hear from old pals.  High-five!

All right dudes, PEACE OUT.  (As Erin once said to me in the desert, after taking another pair of Tylenol PM at 6 in the morning.)