2,767 days.
This will probably come as a shock, but the imminent %^! or #&@! annihilation of humanity does NOT trump a restraining order. At least not in the Kangaroo Court in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I tried to explain to Judge Judy -- whatever his real name is, he didn't like it when I called him that -- that Phoebe and I were headed to Mars to save humanity. That I had a REALLY big ball. That I had plenty of sardines and boxed wine to survive. And not just enough for Phoebe and I to survive, but a lot of other Baylor fans to make Mars safe. That College Station was screwed. (Judge Judy did agree with me on that part.)
I will be a guest of the New York City Crossbar Hotel for a week. Plus a day for every time I called his honor "Judge Judy," which I think is four more days. Hopefully they get some Arby's once in awhile.
%^! or #&@! See you guys soon.
Gunter gleiben glauchen globen