I am the disease that infects your eldest son.

Lately, it has come to my attention that I have lost track of the days of the week. Being Sunday (I looked it up on the calendar in my shitty Motorola Razr) I decided to relax. I thought it was Monday, so I was frackin' out about some random stuff that I shouldn't have been.

Also, I've been way to lazy when it comes to... well... just about everything. I need to start taking initiative and getting my fat ass back in shape. And also write more. The article I had on Monkey Bicycle got me motivated and inspired, but when I sat down to write, I farted and walked away.

Translation: Glen stop being a whiny bitch.



End transmission.