Stuff happens on this grog all the GODDAMNEDTIME. Its just that you're too above it all to notice, Mr. I'm too good to graduate and now I'm so much better then anyone else I'm going to Law School poop for brains.

Or, you know, something like that.

So I've gone drinking alone a couple of times in the past week and all that's happened is that scary Steve guy from Rhino's has given me an unwanted neck massage and told me he loves me repeated times. Oh and that I'm the best or something. I dunno. This guy is real effed up most of the time on beer and SOMETHING else that I, gladly, don't know.

Really, I haven't done much of anything of use lately except sleep a whole lot and dominate the Turtles. I rule at that. Or, I will soon.
- posted by Pat @ 5:32 PM