I'm Not Jewish

I fear I'm starting to get the gut my dad has finally been losing. The last month or so I've been eating fast food: McDonald's, Carl's Jr., Burger King. Not that anyone can blame me. McDonald's introduced the new southern style chicken biscuit and burger king came out with the Indy Double Whopper. In case you don't know, I'm obsessed with chicken biscuits in the morning and Indiana Jones all the time. I want to be Indiana Jones. Why? Lets see. He's a college professor that slips out his window at work to go on crazy adventures where he finds stones and arks of covenants and holy grails and attractive blonde german women that turn out to be backstabbers, which is still hot. Speaking of hot, I don't want to sound like one of THOSE guys. I don't throw the word "hot" around. Dont' get me wrong. I'm as sexist and demeaning as the bud guzzlin' red necked hillbilly next door, but I don't use the word "hot" often. I also don't enjoy the word "crusty". Its grose. I don't think anyone would disagree with that.

I've had the vaguest hint of a sore throat for weeks now. I can't seem to get at least two good days of sleep back to back. I'm over late nights and sleeping even later. I must be getting old. In some ways. Most of the time I still act like a five year old. I whine a lot, I'm extremely selfish, I love candy all the time, I get distracted by shiny things, and apparently I still enjoy playing with toys from happy meals as evidenced by the Indiana Jones toy sitting in the floorboard of my car.

Hey was this the best blog ever? Send your votes to someone who cares. I'm going to bed after a nightcap of "Long Day's Journey Into Night".

Tallyho good animals. May the night be full of sleep and vivid dreams.