I Didn't Know It Was Possible to Be This Tired Without Drugs

Just got in from work. Roughly seven inches of plaque are chillin on my teeth, because, being a feckin genius, I forgot my toothbrush this morning. And I ate french toast and a RIDICULOUS sky bar eclair at work. Have I mentioned that I have a sugar addiction?

You know what else I'm addicted to? The musical Passing Strange. It's the balls, and it's opening on Broadway in about a minute. Here's a link to a rehearsal video that I found on Broadway.com. God, I want to make sweet love to Stew. If only he were into my program. I'd settle for a night of spooning. Really, I'm not that needy.

While I was working tonight, I got a call from my badass cousin Matt. You may remember him from one of his two runs for the city council. You will also come to know him as the future mayor of Boston. Anyway, I made a silly bet with him on his blog. Being the overconfident idealist that I am, I told Matt that I'd take him to dinner if Hillary won Nevada. Son of a bitch, I'm out the cost of a filet mignon. Thank god tips were good tonight.

'Night, mother. (Cue gunshot.)