I'm sitting in the Meadows Music Theatre, in the JO-DI's booth. If I paid for my seat, it would be expensive.

The volume has finally been turned down on account of the coming awards ceremony. These events are fun, they would be more fun if you weren't as obligated as I am.

Well, the awards ceremony has started. Yay. I don't know if we'll get anything, but who cares, we had fun.

Sam, Phil and I are having issues. We're all a little to blame, but I have faith that it'll be worked out. I just want to say that... I don't like hanging out in Sam's room and doing nothing. Sure, I don't get to see you, but I've got plenty to do where staying home would be better for me.

Also, I'm sorry if I'm tired and that I need to go to bed. I can't function without X-amount of sleep, and I go to bed when I'm tired. I need to start drinking hard-core coffee like the rest of the world...

WELL. You wouldn't know it, but I had to take a break. We won our second Kliener Perkins Caufield & Byers Entrepreneurship Award because I wrote a business plan that is "the envy of modern corporations." As you could imagine, I'm pumped. This panel of judges, most of them Doctors and business leaders, say that we have an awesome business plan.

The first time we won the award, we were at the BAE Granite State Regional, and we had put together a charter. Part of me wants to say it was a team effort, but I put in ten times more effort and time than anyone else. But, it doesn't matter, we won.

Anyway, back to the Phil and Sam drama. Actually, no. I don't care about that anymore.

Billie Jean is playing, I have to go tell Nicole. Caio, babes.

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