I woke up feeling fine today. So I got right to work... getting Pueris Collection # 39 ready to sell. I was gonna add one last scene... but it was already 1 hour and 44 minutes... so I decided to just use the short films I already had edited... and use "Seff's First Three-Way" on Pueris Collection # 40.

I almost forgot to tell ya, since I was so busy talking about how sick I was yesterday that PLAYGUY wrote to me wanting review copies of MID-SUMMER DREAMS and PUERIS COLLECTION # 39 since Charlie M. graced the pages of their magazine. Awesome!

So I edited a beginning and ending for PC # 39... then I mastered them all to miniDV tapes... I also made the webpage to put up on my site to sell it (which I won't put on my main site until I've given my repeat customers a crack at it).

In the middle of the day I checked email. My sister wrote to tell me that my Uncle Blair (the one accused of killing a guy in a psychiatric hospital last year) was in the hospital. His aorta ruptured. He's not expected to live very long. I hate to say it for fear of sounding cold, but it's a blessing in disguise. He wants to be with Jesus anyway, ya know? His passing will save him from going through the rest of the court and penal processes... and it'll save my mother from having to watch her baby brother go through it... out of his mind at that. I pray for his smooth passing. I treasure my childhood memories of him, sweet Uncle Blair.