...In which Anthony admits he's whipped...

I'm tired. Damn tired. But miles to go before I sleep. Almost to shoot. But need to sleep. Almost to shoot, but need to finish up little things. Just the little things. But little things will make or break. Basically done. Just want to finish. Yes, finish. Then can concentrate on the stuff at work. And then finish that.

God, I'm having fun...that's the scary part...

There are many happy birthdays that I need to wish, happy hugs to be passed, and return calls and missed and neglected friends that I love, but have not forsaken. I shall be back to myself soon. After Annamas...yes, after Annamas and I'll be sane again.

Until then...seacrest out....freaking seacrest...I remember when you were just another drive time jock on Star 987...

Going to go home and do more stuff now.