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Reggie surprised me for dinner, and we bundled ourselves off to Chipotle in his car. We listened to our own stuff all the way there, and marveled at our own genius. It's a good thing we are capable of writing music that fits our own tastes. We are so good, though.

We talked about life and our own and each other's character development, and I gave him the elevator pitch of the next show I've been thinking about writing, and he understood it, which is a good sign, since he doesn't know anything about the setting or the subject. And then he explained to me about the show he wrote at the treatment center, and how he wants me to get it so he'll explain all the in-jokes when we watch it, and I really want to watch it. And we talked about the diversity of accents in the British Isles and that somehow led to Michael Caine and he hasn't seen Noises Off, which is an oversight I must remedy as soon as humanly possible.

But he'll be back on Thursday and we can record. Or watch Noises Off. Or both. Mwahahaha.