I have been meaning to blog since I got to work.
I know what I want to blog about.
And yet I continue to not blog.
This is a forced blog. I am willing myself to blog because I have a story to tell, but it will be short.

This week is the Boston Comedy Festival.
Gallagher is the act that is closing the festival. At the Gala.
Did I mention it is Gallagher?
Okay.
So.
Gallagher's been around and it's freaking me out.
He's at the parties hanging out with us, the locals and did I mention it's freaking me out?
Last night, as Tim was sitting in a booth at the bar, his head in his hands on the table, drunker than I've seen him in a while, Gallagher decided that he needed to be sitting at the middle booth.
And so he walked across the booths, stepping next to Tim's head, forcing Tim to bolt upright with a look of sheer confusion for 2 seconds before keeping his eyes open seemed like too much work and his head slammed back down on the table.
Gallagher has a face of smiles.
Tim is hungover today.
I am still freaking out.