I am honored and intoxicated as I read the most recent post from the only one who is even close to my age.
I, too, am here for those in need (Wait, that sounded way too much like a super heroin, perhaps I am taking this multitasking thing too far).
In my intoxicated state, I am proud to be posting so much at the disaster. It is fun. It is frivolous, and most of all, I CAN'T SPELL.
Anyway, as I watch the clock click away even more of my sleepy time, while watching the re-broadcast of Adult Swim and smoking (natch), I am reminded that I am so tipsy (everyone in the club is doing it, right - or are they all drinking Pepsi, I can never remember) that I have completely fogotten what I came on to post, and more over, I am trying, to no avail, to make a sentence that lasts longer than the written version of WIlly Wonka's Chocolate Factory, which was both dark and funny, but anyway, if anyone catches a point from my mindless typing (while smoking and ocntemplating regurgitation) please e-mail me and let me know what it is so I can be prepared to speak of it tomorrow on one of my ever dwindling cigarette breaks.
Now to pass out.