Daniel brought by sippin whisky last night. It was that Irish stuff we had at the poker game a while back, and it was dammed good.

I didn't go to bed until 0230 and then I slept until 0900. What kind of grown ass man lives like this?

I thought of going out for breakfast, or lunch, then I made me a drink, fired up the pipe, and I've been sitting here watching lesbian porn all morning.

Some people say I don't have a life! Especially while I'm still in my robe as noon approaches and I haven't yet eaten, but I beg to differ!

Every time I roll out of bed and plant my bare feet on my rented wooded floor, I shout "Fuck Yea!". I've survived another day and I'm ready to start a new one!

The only plans I had today was to pay my rent and mail an envelope. Maybe tomorrow...

It's Friday Dec 1. Riley's birthday is the 9th, it's 24 days until Christmas, and I'm still alive, fuck yea...