I am too drunk to sleep, so there are some things I must talk about. Some say, when in an altered state, people say the truth. I just think this is starting out as a too me-me node.

My body has reached its peak. I weigh two hundred and 10-15 pounds, about. I have successfully dropped forty to forty five pounds in a nine month period. How you ask? Some miracle? A new diet pill? No. I've been getting my ass whooped by UPS. Hard work and no video games will do a body wonders (but Servo, please don't stop; ever). If you really wanna lose some weight, join UPS in October, so you're ready to work for the December Crush. It's called Peak, and it's not really fun; but you can make a lot of money and get a great workout.

As the wise prophet Biggie Smalls once said, "Things done changed." I feel myself trapped between a rock and a hard place. I want to become management at UPS (pronounced YOU-p-s), just so I can make 18,000 a year (chump change, I know; but it's enough for me to start making some financial moves)). My mind has been affected by this book I just read, Rich Dad Poor Dad. Yes, this book caused a big fight between me and my fiance, but I think I took it without a grain of salt at the time. Ignoring this (I'm sure the booze had something to do with it too), it does have some good advice. I recommend the library on this one, especially if you're in high school or college still.

It has been too long since I've written, I know. I wish I could pump out writeups like mad, but I've suddenly realized the outside world. No, I can't even say that. I just haven't written. I haven't been pulled away by any external force. Change is a slow process, it always has been. Just ask that Darwin fella. However, it's something I need to do. I'm sure I'll write again, there are too many 80's baseball players left to node :^)

I'm drunk. The Red Sox won. I ended up plus-7 in poker tonight, and that includes beer tax. Life is grand, as it should be.