Haven't been writing them down even though I've been remembering. I've forgotten some details of the last few nights, but I'll give you what I've got.
Last night: Jim Parsons and I were hanging out. We ordered pizza, picked it up, got gas in the car, came back and fell asleep watching tv.
Monday night: Alan Tudyk and I were best friends and we hung out by a campfire.
Saturday night: Alan Tudyk was a serial killer on board the Starship Enterprise. I had to escape him.
Sorry readers. I'm just not on it today. But hey, JIM PARSONS! ALAN TUDYK!