Randomness and good luck to Sean!
Yesh and I don't miss Kuan. Yesh hasn't been seriously close to tears that Kuan is not only not here, but won't be in Chicago when he gets back. And he didn't change the lyrics of Your Love to "I ain't got many friends left to talk to/Since Kuanyan left for law school."
He's not crying. Really.
And we owe Marcelo Garcia an abject apology: by now, in the morning, we just say, "Is it time to listen to Marcelo?" And it always is. (Sorry, Mr. Garcia!) This morning Yesh emerged from the room he sleeps in, mumbled good morning to me, looked at the bathroom door as if it were the first time he had seen such a thing, and stumbled inside. Then when he came out, he went back in his bedroom and said, "I'm going to lie on my back now." Apparently he had been lying on something else before this.
Oh, and Cynthia and I decided that Steve72 has some redeeming qualities. He isn't actually a pillar of evil. More like a tent peg of evil. Or a tomato plant stake of evil. But there's still some evil in there, in the shape of a three-dimensional rectangle. So watch your back. Just not very attentively.
My friend/teammate Sean has an MMA fight tonight at Quiet Cannon country club in Montebello. He made weight yesterday with a pound to spare (went from about 170 to 154 in a week), and tonight will try to punch, kick, choke, and crank the daylights out of his opponent. I'm very excited for him and will be there cheering my head off! Good luck Sean!