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Stephen, I'm such a dumbass.

I mean, I'm not really a dumbass, but I'm a dumbass because I sold a parish print yesterday or last night.

So I knew coming in this morning, I'm like, I'm going to make an extra print because I've got to get this print in the mail. So then I go ahead. I turn the printer on. I put the paper in. I select the picture.

I print it. It sits here. After lunch, I get ready to wrap it up. And I'm like,

how do I end up with Artemis prints? They needed an Eiffelala print, not Artemis prints. So now I'm sitting here with two Artemis prints like a dumbass when I needed one Paris print.

First world problems.

All right.

Bye.

Stephen, before I talk about my voicemail, I want to go off the rails for a second because I had a really vivid dream last night. A lucid dream? It was just

vivid as shit. My friend Troy was there. We were at some kind of after hours club. Was there any

wetness in your pants? Let me check. Hold on. No, no wetness in my pants. But I did get a stiffy.

So we're at this after hours clubby thing and like Malcolm Kenyata's there and these other people are there.

Was I there?

And you weren't there.

You're busy.

You're busy.

I'm even working in your dreams, huh?

It was all different types of things going.

No, I wasn't shooting.

But I don't know what kind of club this was.

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