Man, if all weekends were like this one, I might stop bitching entirely. Probably not, but I might think about it. OK, still probably not, but life is fucking grand, as old Holden Caufield wouldn’t say.

Got both our taxes done, and we don’t owe fucking nothing. Not once cent. Fuck ya, Uncle Sam, not this year.

I got nothing for M. for our anniversary, because sadly for him, I am selfish and self-centered. (Can I get an “amen” somebody, since I is a stand-up comic.) He, on the other hand, unencumbered by the mean and miserly villainy that resides in my heart, took my car out for a complete detailing and bought some street-corner, red roses to boot. All this while I sat on my ass thoroughly absorbed by video editing.

Finally, though, I am indeed done with re-editing my video about my weekend of gun shooting. It is new and fucking improved and shall be uploaded in the next couple of days or so. Now, it is ripe for submission to a public broadcasting film fest. Yay, fucking me.