Wellsir, I was hoping the tonight Alex would enlighten us all with some shocking insight into the world of... whatever the hell it is he does. However, I think he is at an Indian-Casino or something... probably crying, or throwing up... or both.

So, I guess you'll just have to read what I have to say instead. Which really isn't much... or... well, anything for that matter. I have absolutely nothing interesting, relevent, or even worth reading to say, and yet I'm typing anyway. Isn't that weird? Can you believe that any retard like me can just go out onto the internet and just put this shit where people can read it? What's even more depressing is that I probably have more of my faculties about me then 99% of the people who use the internet, which is extremely sad. I mean, earlier today I sliced open my finger on a hunk of broken glass. You know how I did that? Well, I saw a piece of broken glass on the floor, I thought to myself "huh. broken glass." Then I proceded to bend over and just jam my hand against it. Its like the part of my brain that's supposed to tell normal people not to do that was turned off or something. I then preceded to wander around the house for five minutes without realizing i was spraying blood everywhere.

I am awesome.