It’s 12:07am and I just finished watching the 82nd annual Oscars. Originally I was watching it with my roommate, but during the Oscar for sound editing she ran to the bathroom, threw up, walked out of the bathroom and into my room, laid in my bed (a splash of vomit still on her chin), got up a minute later and said, “oh that’s your room” and then stumbled to her bed to finally collapse. I’ve been watching them alone since. (It should be noted before all of this occurred she punched me in the chest and said we’d both get Oscars, and then proceeded to tickle me on my calf muscles.)
I haven’t blogged as much as of late because I’m busy trying to figure out what it is that I plan to do with my life. The two most obvious courses… a plumber and/or loser. Currently I’ve been a loser. Hopefully with guidance, perseverance, and a strong will I can become a plumber… my fingers are crossed.
Sleeping on the couch,
Daniel Dickey
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