We've had a very productive weekend. That there is a picture of that iron urn I mentioned, full of flowers for a wedding at The Century Association. I want to do every wedding there. I actually want to be their exclusive florist. I'm just going to start saying what I want, right when I think it. I want to catch a flight to Florence in an hour. I want a book deal. I want a personal driver. I want a parrot on my shoulder and an apartment with a garden. I want a flower farm [shit, this is fun] I want a 1972 copper colored Camaro. I want to not have eaten pizza for breakfast. I want a day off.. and that, my friends, I have today.