Commence top mission of Quarter-Life Crisis

We called Philip back last night, or technically early this morning. Aftermath of the maids Chanda and Flor fighting: Philip was mostly worried because they sleep in the same room. He figured that one of them will leave rather than sleep in the same room as the other. His solution was to not stop whoever leaves. Chanda ended up leaving.

Like I said in the past, if only Chanda wasn't a fob, she'd be in my database. We found out not too long ago that she's only 19 and getting married next month to a 28-year-old. A classic case of desperate chick syndrome.

Commence top mission of Quarter-Life Crisis: I enrolled for my LSAT review course today.

I visited Brian at the GNC:

• Johnny's OK. Remember we were trying to save him from his brother's gang problems that he inherited. He fought 2 gangsters and got jumped. His ribs were bruised, but he protected his face really well.
• The night before the above incident, Johnny kept calling Brian. Brian figured Johnny was in trouble. But it turned out Johnny found a discarded marijuana plant in the garbage and didn't know who else to give it to except Brian.
• Emmanuel never talks about MMA anymore, implying his pursuit was an epic fail.
• He also never followed up on suing the cops who molested him. Loser.
• This other GNC regular customer (can't remember his name) who works for Katsuya was bringing home some sushi from work. But he didn't want it and insisted I have it. Sweet.

I saw this dude Justin in the mall, one of my co-stars in that film The Forgotten Jewel. He invited me to come to his office tomorrow to see what he does. Ah, one of those.