I cannot even imagine sleep at this moment.

I ate some food that I made. I have determined that ANY food will make my stomach hate me, so I should just not eat.

Maybe I should start using sunscreen, but then I’d be betraying Louis Black. Don’t TRUST that shit!!

Ocean’s Eleven was a feel-good criminal movie. Gotta love them criminal sonsabitches. Oh, wait, implication on real life. Shit.

Too close to good, life is too close to good. I should do my Kung Fu exercises so that my body will hate me.