"I want to be the sun, schmuck."

Not much today. The writing of sentences continues. The hiatuses are shorter and shorter. This seems to be a good sign.

I just got the best job ever. All I do is sit here all day. Sometimes there's ice cream.

Marc Johnson is my damn hero.

What is this? I'm ashamed to tell you who it's by. You'll have to ask me in private. She knows about it already, I'm sure.

Nerdier every day, man. I'm telling you. This shit is bad as hell. I mean, it's not the All Time Awesome, but it's cool.