I'm back from Charlotte and I had a great time. I had lunch with Pam yesterday, which is always fun. Then Creech and I hung out all night. We saw Pan's Labyrinth and it was outstanding. I was trying to describe it to David Rodgers and I ended up calling it a fantasy fable. He asks, fecetiously, "Like Harry Potter?" to which I reply, "Yeah, sort of. But with a lot more gunshots to the face." Hung out at Creech's appartment, which has a parody of a bathroom. There's only like four inches between the toilet and the tub. It's a nice appartment, but I couldn't live somewhere where I had to put my feet in the tub to go number 2. Also, his cat is huge. I always forget that his roommate Mikey is a rockstar-Hopesfall, check them out-probably because he's a normal guy. We were watching Saturday Night Live and it was a really lame episode aside from Weekend Update. So Creech heads outside to smoke and Mikey and I both tell him that the best skit of the night is going to come on. And, of course, as soon as he goes outside a great Andy Samberg Mr. Blizzard skit comes on. See where smoking gets you kids?