  Hah, I can't stop laughing. I was sleeping and ignoring all orders to get up when Parshaw called. From the hospital. I regret not going today, it would have been awesome. But yeah. I'll stop there.
I doubt it'll happen. In fact, I bet myself $5 it won't happen. How's that, huh? Imagine the red car, the red car. Wait, that's such a little whore of me, too. What would I do, really?
Well. I have nothing to do that day. Hi Jean. I'm makin' you happy. Today's Grandma's birthday, and Doupe's too. They've decided to have a party.
On a Tuesday night. So I have to clean out the media room. I've started reading Cliff's. I hope it won't be impossible, or I sense a shitty day coming up. I don't really see how I can get work done tonight, but what do they care? So now, the happy result is that I'm up, albeit still in a crumpled shirt and running shorts.
I refuse to clean up. I still have fifty pages to go before I meet my quota. My mouth tastes slightly of toothpaste and my reactions are still slow. That was a lovely nap until I got yelled at, really. I sense a generalization coming up, but I'll check myself. Good day to you all. 
