Purntallism

I had a bit of shinning light yesterday when my watch suddenly came to life and I didn�t� have to make a stop on my way home to get a new battery put in. I was thwarted this morning when I noticed the mother had stopped ticking�again. I suppose I will be stopping today.

I took NyQuil again last night but it didn�t do as good of a job as I had hoped. My sleep was spotty at best although I believe the catalyst for the waking-upness was my penchant for drinking entirely too much water of the course of the day in order to flush out all the crap that has been fermenting inside me and causing me to act/look like an extra in Dawn of the Dead. A brilliant example is when I came out of the bathroom and somehow misjudged the width of the entrance and ran into the doorframe with half of my body. I then put my shoes on with no socks, drooled on myself, and was caught several times mumbling to myself. Nope, I�m not crazy�promise. Bravo, Eric.

I�ve switched up from cotton candy pink to purple, or as some would call it, French Blue. In actuality it�s blue, red, and purple woven together very tightly so at a distance it looks like violet. It�s like pointillism (purntillism).

I watched Showbiz Moms and Dads last night. The Nutters are too much for me. The father needs to admit his love for all things queer, divorce his wife, leave his kids alone, and do off-off-off Broadway productions produced by Corky St. Claire. The Backstreet Boy wannabe needs to understand that even though his mom says his �voice is changing� that in reality your voice sucks. Florida is the armpit of America and central Florida is the armpit of Florida. Nuff said.

In conclusion here is a saying that I messed up as a younger child (prolly 15 or so).

�She only has one foot in the water� as opposed to �one oar.� (One foot? Idiot)

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