I got so much good shit to write and no time to do it. Preview: I get lectured by an 85 year old man about the hygiene of my rectum. That's about it, but it's good. Can't wait til I get to write it. Got nice girl and Outback takeout on the way over. There is a God and he must be blind or laid back or he'd never let me have either of those things.
Oh, and I didn't win a writing contest, but they still published my entry in the "still pretty good" section of the paper.