tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011128.post-6429344253936685252008-05-09T02:59:00.000-05:002008-05-09T10:02:15.599-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.storieproductions.com/uploaded_images/100_1387-752384.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.storieproductions.com/uploaded_images/100_1387-751866.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Garrett and Aaron<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.storieproductions.com/uploaded_images/100_1392-752964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.storieproductions.com/uploaded_images/100_1392-752474.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Trey and Mari<br /></div><br />It's 1:00am and I'm just getting home from a long night catching up with friends, watching the Spurs beat some basketball team from somewhere I can't remember where and thinking up a fun new idea for a script.<br /><br />Two really great meetings today. I have a lot to think about, a lot to consider. All good though. It's nice because the last time I was here I felt like I was peeking over the fence at the cool playground that the neighbors had. Now I feel like they're inviting me over to play. Who knows what will happen. I should go to bed instead of watching <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Even Stevens</span> on Disney. Tomorrow's a big day.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Celebrity Sightings</span> = 0<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Parking Tickets</span> = 0<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Parking Tickets for Garrett</span> = 1 (bummer)Kat Candlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15795087679643935493noreply@blogger.com