Greetings from Alex's apartment where I'm shamelessly mooching off his Internet, because Comcast turned off mine two weeks ago. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......horrible, horrible life choices. Blogging. Alex is "slightly" drunk at the moment and urging me to hit you up for monies to get my Internet back. I say that's absurd. We've been too busy to write recently; you don't owe us anything. I mean, who do we think we are? Now he's repeatedly shouting, "NO! THEY'RE GOING TO HATE ME!" Accurate. But better they hate you than me, sir.
ANYWAY! Just dropping a quick note to say that the first manuscript of our book is due next Monday, so we're in our last week of intense writing. QUICK TURNAROUND, RIGHT? Yeah. WELL. That's what you get when you hire McBlogger and...Bloggy-Blog, or whatever we're calling Chris these days, to write for you. That and an uncomfortable amount of abortion, suicide, and Kendall Jackson chardonnay jokes.
OK. Off to hustle and get this shit done. Thanks for hanging in there until next week! You're saints.