A Few at a Time

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!