I don't why I'm still up right now. It's been a pretty exhausting day. Mike and I woke up late for our bimonthly "business meeting" with J.Mo and JC and Brian. (This means we go to this cafe on South Street and come up with ideas for fake dirty movies. You think I'm joking, but I'm not...)

Alas, JC floated the idea of heading to Atlantic City for the day, so we grabbed the Fauxjetta (now with busted air conditioning!) and headed out. We ate at H00ters (much like I did the first time I was there) and spent some time on the nickel slots. Nobody won big, and we were home by 6:30.

Tomorrow is the pig roast for Dr. Simon LeBon. Yes, I said pig roast.