The following is a brief diary that I kept dealing with one night of raging insomnia back in my younger days.
Watching Late Show with David Letterman. Funny.
Watching Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Funny as well.
Watching that POS Carson Daly show. Sucks.
Begin watching an infomercial about hot tubs.
Contemplating buying a hot tub.
Decide to fantasize about girl in hot tub infomercial instead.
Smoke a cigarette.
Break down an called to get free video and information about the hot tub.
Watching rerun of Jackass. Knoxville getting kicked in the nuts by children. Good times.
Make a snack. Pizza rolls.
Alphabetize CD collection.
Ran to bathroom to unleash the fury of the explosive diarrhea from those damned Pizza rolls.
Decide to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
Decide to dress up like a pirate to fully enjoy the film.
Roommate gets up to go to work. Calls me a "gay pirate". I happen to think I look rather good. I punch him.
Suddenly realize I do look like a butt pirate. Change clothes.
Feel a little bit bad about punching roommate.
Read old BC articles.
Watching children'* programming on PBS.
Watching Curious George. Wish I had a large yellow hat. Also, a monkey.
Reconsider desire for large yellow hat. Still want a monkey, though.
1998 SE Midnight Blue Pearl
Gutted airbox, FRAM AirHog, removed MAF Screen, eBay clear corners, extended brake lights
I'm so much cooler online