Chaplua equals Chapoopa

Ah, Dr. Pepper. It's so good. I'm actually doing a good job of keeping entertained on the internet today. I cleaned out my email, updated addresses, it's scary. I guess the Parliment Funkadelic can make anyone happy. Oh, and Dr. Pepper. Not much left to do but internet window shopping. I was looking up BCBG totes, trying to find the one I liked at Birch Run on Tuesday, which was another successful bar night. I'm starting to get used to the drive. Nothing like satellite radio and a smoky bar voice to keep you awake on the long voyage home. Don't think I'll make it next week, got plans on Wednesday and it really hurts when I can't take a nap after work, like I did yesterday. I'll be social at Nate's party, so it's all good. I hope Ricky feels better, he looked pretty crappy last night. All achy and scratchy throat. I hope I don't get sick. I ain't down with that sickness. He had a speech in his class today too. He's gonna sound like a 50-yr old, cancer-riddin smoker with extra snot, smelling of Halls cough drops. Yummy. I told him to tell his prof that he was sick, but his stupid-ass refused. Oh well. I guess it's cranberry juice and vicks nyquil for the next week. Ha-ha.
Um... that's all I got, for now.