Ow, my cabeza.

I have a bad hangover today. Yesterday was opening day for the Cardinals, so I celebrated by having a one man drinking contest. I placed first and second, respectively.

However, today I feel like crap. My head feels like I have a Swiss yodeler living inside and he is taking a poop.

No Sleep

I need a jolt of caffeine. Not a little, a lot. The amount of caffeine that would result from giving Juan Valdez a Mountain Dew enema.

Luckily, my lack of sleep is from being up late due to inspiration. I had outlined and began putting down final dialogue for the pilot of my animated show, but something didn't feel right about it. It just didnt feel complete. So at about 9PM last night, I decided that I would begin to think about the possibility of mulling over a potential rewrite of the last two thirds of the script. I assumed that I could work on artwork and think about the script in the meantime.

However, once my head hit the pillow, my mind raced and I thought of several natural progressions in the script until one that actual works raced in. So at 11:30, I went into my spare bedroom, or the room made of dry erase boards, at began writing notes. Back into bed by 1 and could not sleep until about 2:30.

Ridiculous.

Good and Bad News

Bad News first. My Vanderbilt Commodores were upset in the first round of the NCAA tournament. Which ordinarily is no big deal, but they were a good team that played horrible. So basketball lost its fun for me.

More bad news. Lost wont be back until April 24th. While I am glad that there will be non-stop new episodes to end the season, Lost is the only thing I watch on TV with regularity, so the wait is killing me.

Good news. Now that basketball and Lost are kaput, it freed up a lot of time for me to work on my show. This weekend I completed a big chunk of the script and I have started arranging for actors to read the script and invited a friend on board to help with the audio recording. So this thing should pick up speed now.

I really havent done this in a while.

They say that blogs that are left unattended are 85% more likely to start smoking and become unwed mothers.

So I intend to add a few posts a week now so that my blog doesnt become another statistic and a part of the "system".

So what's going on with me that is so awesome that it must be blogged about?

1) I am currently very busy finishing a script for an animated pilot I am working on. I am considering doing a seperate blog for that, but I may just leave it here.

2) I am working out hardcore again. I havent done much recently except drink, so I have started running. Today I ran two miles. I am trying to build up my endurance so I can hit my goal of 217 miles. The reason for this is that I have a vacation in North Carolina coming up and I want to save on airline tickets.
--Sidenote: Someone just let me know that North Carolina is further than 217 miles away. Looks like I will be vacationing in Decatur, Illinois. And taking night classes in geography.

Let the bloggin' begin!!!!!!

10 Things to Hate About Mardi Gras

10.
Drunk people who want to hug you.

The same guy knocked over three of my drinks at different times during the day because he felt the need to hug me. Something tells me he is repressing some hidden feelings. His poor wife probably already sees this bombshell coming.

9.
People throwing up in your tub.

I think that says it all.

8.
Irregular breasts that are shown whether beads are given or not.

I saw at least two pairs of boobs that couldnt have looked worse if Picasso had drawn them....drunk.

7.
Explaining to a coworker on Monday that you dont remember calling them "cocksucker" but you are sure that you are sorry.

6.
Losing that last belief that all human beings deep down are noble and decent people.

This happened when I saw a man shitting in a dumpster.

5.
Paying $7 for a Polish sausage that tasted like it had been delivered to the stand by rolling it down Russell Street through urine, vomit, and even worse, hurricane mix.

4.
Did I mention that I saw a guy shitting in a dumpster?

3.
Being called an asshole when you ask who someone is when you find them in a closed off room of your apartment.

The scary part is that he was alone, so I guess he was his own Mardi Gras hookup. That's gross enough, but I dont want to steam clean some guy's DNA out of my carpet(unless it is my own).

2.
Seeing a fat couple eat a brat ala Lady and the Tramp.

At first I thought it was romantic and then I realized they were fighting over it.

1.
I feel like I have to go to the bathroom whenever I take my trash to the dumpster now.

Thanks fella.

Happy Holidays

I have been corrected three times in the last two days for telling people(cashiers, waiters, etc) to have a "Merry Christmas". Every time the person has looked at me and snidely said "Happy Holidays". How is that any better? If you dont celebrate Christmas, the day still exists and you have to occupy that time doing something, and I am just saying that I hope it is merry. Dick.

My car

So my car is actually 100% fine. There is a small bar underneath it that is wiggling and making a lot of noise. No big deal, which is a relief. I looked at new cars, but I dont know what I want. I am leaning towards a new mustang or escape. It doesnt matter to me. The ladies go crazy no matter what I drive. And by ladies, I mean the ones with a pre-existing history of mental illness, and for some reason my automobile choice causes them to relapse.

That's my curse.