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all next week I'll get paid to be: in V E G A S And I won't have a day off before or after, but fuck it, kicking ass feels good. Tomorrow it's rice sprout and Animo and parties. Saturday it's lifeguarding and parties. Sunday it's off to the valley to learn the craft of audio engineering for TV and Film. Monday it's me and Interstate 15 way past Barstow. I'm off to the state where prostitution is legal and pot will get you 20 years minimum. Or something. After Vegas I'll be on a shoot that I'm comping for the dude that's teaching me sound. I'll be sound guy. Shweet. the shoot is a little piece about a sperm and an egg deciding whether to get it together or not. The sperm and egg are played by a man and woman respectively without costumes and I think it takes place in an office or something. It should be interesting. How much prettier the world seems when you're learning, doing, and making some decent casheesh. Still, I'd rather be in love or with my loved or generally loved up up up and out, or is it in? Prepositions are amazing little creatures.