alright, who wants to count down the days until i die? i didn’t fully realize until yesterday that i basically never intake anything of nutritional value. my friend josh said once, “if i keep eating the way i’m eating now for much longer, i’m not going to be alive anymore”. yesterday was a prime illustration of that. my menu for the day: half a domino’s pizza for lunch at around 1pm (no breakfast), and half a pint of new york strawberry cheesecake ice cream and some chips ahoy cookies and milk, around 10pm. couple that with little or no “exercise”, and you have a dead brian.

enough dietary discussion though. it’s awesome that tomorrow is a holiday. holidays were a great idea. to celebrate our nation’s independence, or this dead historical figures birthday, or this religious occasion, let’s stay home and do nothing. great idea. i love it. i’m gonna hook up my friends and i with a fat burger/bratwurst barbeque tomorrow on the patio. it’ll be so . . . independent. in the spirit of the day.

story: i had the great idea one day that i hadn’t had bratwurst for a long time, and we should buy some and grill them on the patio (that sounds funny. i don’t mean grill them directly on the patio, but on a small weber grill sitting on a picnic table sitting on the patio). so i asked my girlfriend, knowing that bratwurst might be kind of a chicago-type thing, “have you ever had bratwurst?”. and her reply was, “no, i don’t like that on my hot dogs”. it was so funny. she thought it was a condiment. the end.

back to drudgery. i thought yesterday’s assignment was a one day thing. i was wrong! oh boy!