September 10, 1985

Day 1,

I am still grasping the mechanics of this think called "speech". I am currently imbibing lots of sugar, while debating what to do with the weekend between already made plans. Filling that time between things has been difficult for me of late as my brain, in protest to the horrible treatment I have been giving it lately, has refused to provide much entertainment in these interum periods.

So, current plans include (but are not limited to):
Fixing my entire academic career in a few easy steps
Buying alcohol for the mixing of various drinks
Buying $90 worth of leather hide
Playing the games of my youth
Cleaning and organizing (yay OCD!)
Seeking psychological help (hopefully they won't give me anything that will conflict with the wit (or lack thereof) contained herein)
Choosing from a long list of seemingly random possible activities

As this is my first posting I feel no need to impress and will simply say

goodnight.