"Time for go to bed!"

So it's 11 PM and all my friends have gone to bed. What the fuck? When did I move into a retirement home?

Technically, Frank has not gone to bed. But he's far away in Santa Monica, hitting on beautiful, Santa Monican women who have just seen him act and now want to have sex with him. It is important to note that I am not bitter.

I think I'll call Kim. I can't accept that my social life has become this barren wasteland.