Osamma Your Mamma

I don't have too much time to update. So basically, Brenna and I went in for her biopsy this morning and they told her she didn't have a lump on her thyroid to sample. Apparently the place that did the previous ultrasound fucked up and found something that didn't exsist. So we drove to said place and had them re-scan Brenna, lo-and-behold there was no lump. Thanks for the FALSE FUCKING CANCER ALARM!!! assholes.

The rest of the day I spent on set at "Poultrygeists" first shoot. It was a closed set, so there weren't too many of us, but I was one of the few. It was cool. I think I'm going to spend the majority of my time asking Pat questions. He's the film/camera dude.

I gotta go change Chester's cage and watch "American Psycho" with Brenna. (we've also been watching "6 Feet Under" it's a pretty good show)

Oh yeah, last night we went to Steve G. in Fredonia. Cause over the weekend (on my Birthday) Brenna, Carrie, Ron and I drove there (after seeing Tim Burton's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," which I thought rocked hardcore) to find Steve, but he wasn't there. So instead we went out to bars and Ron bought me drinks. We even played beer pong at Valentines and saw a tree with bricks for a trunk (in it actually) and a water fountain that doesn't make a splash when you throw coins in it. It was hot. Then we went to see if Steve was home when we were done, and he wasn't. So we took his pillows, re-arranged shit in their apartment, and stacked chairs and a vacuum in their front doorway.

Turns out Steve doesn't live in that room any more, we took Carl's pillows. Wups. So last night Brenna and I went back there to return his He-Man pillow and hang out with Steve, Chris, Alex, Elliott and the dude who's name I always forget.

Alright, time to go change Chester's cage. Later.