One fewer loose end

Remember when I claimed awhile back that I had an exclusive interview with Jake waiting to be published? Every so often I'll remember that claim, because the part of my mind that manages tasks is evidently out to destroy me. While this portion of my brain should be sending me messages such as "Hey, you better look for a job!" or "Perhaps you should get your car fixed soon?" or even "What exactly are your values and goals as a person? Shouldn't you attempt to coherently express your own belief system to yourself before making any further life decisions? Without a better sense of what you hold to be true or moral, your actions will inevitably continue to degenerate into arbitrary hedonism, your words into mushy platitudes and sarcastic bleatings, and your inner life into a shameful cycle of increasingly desperate rationalizations to mask your own spiritual formlessness", it instead prefers to alert me to things such as "Hey, let's check out the news again and see if there's anything INTERESTING on!" or "Just in case I ever did  start a band, what would be a good name?" or "Whoa, buddy, you never did write that interview with Jake that you promised your audience of millions on your gigantically important BLOG." 

Well ok, to placate that part of my mind, all I was going to say was something like this:

I went to see Jake this weekend, and he tried to fill in all the gaps in conversation by endlessly reciting obscure names for groups of animals that he found from this website. It rained a lot, and we ate excessive amounts of rich foods. One morning, we enjoyed a huge breakfast of fried chicken and doughnuts -- and then later that day, my host bought multiple pounds of steamed crab legs smothered in butter for myself and some other guests. We ate ourselves sick and watched cartoons. For some reason, he also insisted that we watch the movie Beerfest, which is a fucking awful movie. I'm glad I paid him a visit.