So I'm home from the show and the aftermath. Every night now, Chan and I are doing up to half an hour in autographs when we leave the theater after each performance, it's kind of nuts. It's a good sorta nuts, though. I'm kinda wearing myself out, and the buzz I get from the people who see us...
If any of you read this journal, you're all fucking amazing. Thank you for being there.
Anyway, it was a good night, but then I came home to a shocking discovery. My fiancee...the woman I love...is sleeping with my best friend.
Take a look.( Shocking rev-fur-lations beneath the cut... )
Anyway, now I'm in bed with the offenders and my insomniac daughter, who's curled up next to Prom at the foot of the bed and playing with her teddy bear. I have a Diet Dr. Pepper, I have some leftover chicken from dinner, my laptop, and some episodes of PSYCH on the TiVo...I promised Channing I'd watch. So I'm gonna eat, veg, and cram a little family time in there before I'm completely useless.
Life is good.((OOC NOTE: picture is courtesy of Criss Angel through his Twitter. :p))