It turns out I’m a reasonable facsimile of Simon Pegg, once you lose the British accent, blonde hair, sense of humor, acting talent, and money. Please note the fake blood needs re-applying. Oh well. Still pretty damn good, even if the blood looks like Kool-Aid.
Tomorrow we have to clean the house (well overdue), get groceries, and prepare for the Hallowe’en party at Mark and Sara’s, where a running theme is, every costume involves duct tape. Tonight, maybe some wine and some bed.