My Name Is Dick

"Except for the occasional heart attack, I never felt better." Dick Cheney

With a name like Dick, you can score with all the ladies.

I'm a little tired today. I just don't have the strength to do anything anymore.

Everywhere I go today: Voting. Did you vote? Did I vote? Did they vote? Did we vote?

I'm a little doped up right now on medicine so this post might not make any sense at all.

I'm half asleep as I type this. I'm drinking some killer hot chocolate my girlfriend made me. It's the one thing she can't over cook. The marshmallows are a little tangy but what the hell. I can't feel my tongue. I need to splash some water on my face. Maybe I should splash this over cooked hot chocolate in my face to wake me up.

Ok, reading this post back again, it doesn't make any sense at all.

I'm tired but I can't sleep. I think it's the sugar in the hot chocolate that's keeping me awake. And my phone is constantly ringing. It's my mom, it's the wrong number, it's my sister, it's my brothers, it's my friends. Why is everybody calling me today? Oh I forgot, I'm the hot shit.

Now that I'm completely off the subject, I'm gonna end it here. I'm a little bit more wide awake now. Talk to ya later.