I had pancakes, a burrito, a cheeseburger, a burrito, and more with Chelsea. Coming back here last night sucked except the oldies radio was pretty good. We watched The Mirror Has Two Faces, and that was not bad also.

I puked tons of puke Monday night, but beforehand it was all good.

I had a dream last night that ended revoltingly. The highlight was being on a jury in a mock trial where the audience did a mix of church and line dancing in between the proceedings. Quite a few snazzy sneakers. When the jury danced, I kind of stopped for lack of groove and felt weird for dancing before the doomed proceedings.

The end made me think I should stop masterbating to porn and rather spend more time on more noble pursuits.