Nick IMed me and wanted to ask me what I thought.

Sorry about that, laid on my bed for a while with music playing.

Ask me anything.

Thinking about what?

Did Meg decide to come back when you did?

I’m angry my sound was off now.

Movie-wise I haven’t written a script in a month. Been liking a girl. Wasted all my time away with her. But I’m back now and, like I said, feel better than ever.

New York-wise, can’t wait. A little angry you’re coming back. I wanted you to be a resident New York friend, you know?

Meg reminds me of a rap song in my head. “When I move you move (just like that).” God Bless Ludacris.

Last year was so much different than this.

This particular time of the year, in particular, too.

(I’m in a goofy mood if you can’t tell.)

(Actually, when I’m in a Mickey mood I start writing “ha-Ha!”.)

(But I’m Not…)

I hate having two jobs (is this note too long?) but it’s a needed hazard till I get Up There.

I still love movies. Did I answer Any of your questions?

Hope so.

Email me and ask me more. Jon.

(Sorry for not being Pluto, I lost the ears.)

(It’s also not much fun typing “bark”.)

(Maybe “ruff”.)

(Nope.)