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I'm going to forego the Weekend Recap for this past week. Suffice to say that drinks were imbibed with Steve America and much time was spent with PhD Girl. I can't seem to get enough of her, and she feels the same. That said, we're still living as individuals and are not artificially accelerating the relationship. Its happening fast, but I don't believe either of us mind. So, here-to-fore, PhD Girl will be known as The Girlfriend. Any smartass comments from the Rogue's Gallery will be dealt with accordingly.

Now that that is out of the way, I'm just gonna drop some adventitious nuggets of contemplation instead.

-I am now the proud owner of a brown courdorouy blazer that makes me look like a published author. Or Harrison Ford. Or Harrison Ford playing a published author.

-The Panthers kicked major fucking ass against the Giants (that's a silent 'a', by the way). Detroit, here we come!

-My sister seems to have some sort of off physiological reaction when talking to me on the phone. Whenever I call, or she calls me, she inevitably has to take a shit. Now, I'm not sure what that says about our relationship. My voice is either very comforting to her bowels or there's some deep-seeded issue between us that causes her to think of pinching off a deuce when conversing with your's truly.

-Since one of The Girlfriend's internships is at a local Federal Prison, I get caught up on all the kick-ass prison dynamics, not to mention the fantastic lingo. Apparently, child molesters (including pornographists) are not well received by the general population, and are called cho mo's in The Joint. Did you know that playing Dungeons and Dragons in jail indentifies you as a cho mo? I mean, fuck, I'm gonna have to get rid of my twenty-sided dice and my Dungeon Masters Guide. If nothing else, I'll at least be prepared if I ever get locked up. All that said, just wait 'til I tell you about shotgunning.