Sick it to 'em, J.B.

Today I felt this stifling, subtle frog in the back of my throat. In order to annihilate it I have had to give a good throat-clearing or a discreet little half cough. I think I am getting sick.

Never have a been more ecstatic!

You see, it is about time I get sick. It's been too long. What I need, really, is a good two days to a week of being bedridden. In a state of complete misery. It'd be beneficial to me. I swear.

But since I eat healthy, chances are that this frog will get destroyed by the vitamins that are incessantly being pumped into my body.

Shit.

Test Taking

Guy comes out of building.

Sign of building reads: "Tests for All Purposes."

Guy encounters another guy going into the building.

Other guy says: "Yo, Jerry, why the glum look?"

Guy responds: "I failed a test. I am incompetent."

Other guy cheerily says: "Oh, shut up dude! Fuck that! It's only one test! You can try a different one! It'll all be good in the end! ...What was the test on, by the way?"

Guy says: "Life."

Other guy says: "Oh... gee. Well good luck with that one buddy! You're fucked!"

Guy says: "Thanks, dude."

Guy walks away.

The Weekend's Goals

I anticipate a very productive weekend.

Filled with a multitude of incredulous events.

So, I decided to make a list of the things I expect to get done...

List
1.) Eat some food
2.) Have my hair and toe/fingernails grow.

I think that is enough for now. I don't want to make it overwhelming, or anything...