I am a soldier...and army of fun.

I had a nightmare last night that I had to move shit in Geneseo again.

My New Year's was nothing special. I got wasted, that's pretty much it. Next year, around this time, I will be dead.

I've been thinking a lot about stand-up comedy. I think I'm going to write an act for myself or someone else. Or maybe being a sidekick for Conan O'Brien. I could be the next Oprah.

Also, a few days ago I thought of a great opening line for a story. I forgot what it was. Those sheister bastards stole it from me.