Twice in two weeks.

I get fucking sick.
I felt much better with Lisa Marie around, but now I'm home and feel like complete crap.
I miss her already.

Merry Christmas.

To whoever's reading this.

Word.

Overworked.

This week has been insane. Completely exhausted every night.
I thought this was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year? I guess it doesn't apply to work.
Good thing I have a beautiful girlfriend to help me relax.


Now where the fuck is my raise?

Never.

Will I ever let anything happen to her.

No matter what.

I love her.

History.

Howard Stern's final show on terrestrial radio.

I'll miss him.

I'm sore all over.

She wore me the fuck out.
Here it is on Thursday and I still hurt.

I can't wait 'til the weekend.
I'm in for it.
I hope I can handle it.

Fuck.

I felt like such shit last night.
Luckily I feel better today.
But this is how yesterday started.


I hope it doesn't end the same.

Aw, hell.

It's been over two years.

But now I have a girlfriend.

Crazy, yo.

Sleep.

I was beginning to feel the cold coming so I've been trying to sleep it off. I seem to have been successful...
No more sniffles. Little bit of a cough. Nothing major.

3 days + 125 appliances = sore as fuck