That's September Next Year

I would love to do it. I just don't know when. Oh, I can imagine you're pretty stacked, George.

I am so busy. Hey, maybe fashion week next year. How about that? Let's give ourselves a deadline.

That's September next year. It gives me almost an entire year. We can plan it.

I think it would be an amazing thing to do. But, Shell, I love you. Don't be a stranger.

You have my number. I'm sorry if I'm not answering quick, guys. My texts get, for those of you who do have my number, my text messages are, I'm still like 1,300 text messages deep.

And I've answered probably 700, 800 of them. So it's nonstop. It's compiling on and on.

But I love you all. I haven't gotten back to so many people. It's not because I'm picking favorites.

It's whatever's in front of me. I know the right thing to do would probably be scroll to the bottom. But who has time or the bandwidth for that? It's just tough.

Love you, honey. September sounds fantastic. Thank you.

Love you, Shell. We'll talk about it. All right, David, let's keep going.