Tuesday night and what can I tell you...

So the Papers arrived on Friday. The big, offical ones stating that in a little under a month I will no longer be married. And about time, really... we've been separated for 3 years, and the last hope of it being temporary died 2 years ago next month, so really, just glad to be done with it. But here's the thing.

I want to feel like I've moved on. I'm over her--that's definite. No worries there. But I still haven't fully moved on. And that's because there's one final step to the process, and it's the one I can't do alone. I've felt for a while now it was time to start dating, but how, how I ask you, when the only women I ever meet are actresses I can't have and tennage candy girls I don't want? Bah.

In other news, I finally got the video of my last show, The Spy Who Left Me. Interested parties can talk to me about checking out my last play on DVD, Fun fun.

Scrubs is back on. Gotta fly.

I do not see you, I do not hear you, I will not allow you into the Douglers head with your bring-down.
-The Dougler