Friends call me Lenny. But I got no friends.

I had my recurring awesome dream where I can jump insane distances. I get closer and closer to being able to fly altogether. It takes practice. In this one I learned how to turn in mid-air.

I can't wait until they make cell phones that enable flight. They're making one with an invisibilty cloak, but I'm going to hold off on that. I'm going to take a bath on that one. That one can wait because I don't really need invisibility that much. And when they come out with the flight one, it'll probably have the invisibility feature.

Among many other important decisions I've made recently, I've chosen to be a robot for Halloween. Choosing a costume is the easy part, though. I rarely have the chance to show my costumes off. But here are a few of my costumes from previous years:

-Groucho Marx
-a clown
-a report card (my sister's bright idea)
-a kid in a Spider-man mask wearing a vinyl shirt that had Spider-man on it
-a guy with a boner in his pants
-this other guy

In hindsight, I've had some pretty stupid costumes. But this year I'm going to be a robot made out of cardboard boxes. Except I won't use jerky, pop and lock movements or use a computer voice like they'll want me to. I've never been a team player. This robot's going to move and speak the way Sat Shenoy does: with the grace of a swan and the voice of an angel, respectively.

So to go get my car inspected, which, if not accomplished by Saturday, they'll send a SWAT team to find me and destroy me. Then to smoke and to go to Best Buy. I have to do some deficit spending. I want to get a huge flat-screen TV and an awesome couch for my room and watch movies all day. The TV I can get at Best Buy, but I'll probably have to go to Huffman Koos for the couch, or Ethan Allen. I'll make a day trip out of it I need a woman.

Goodbye May, it was a pleasure as always. Hello June, my you look ugly today.