At least I think it is. I'm no doctor. I keep on waking up in the middle of the night. Every night. And last night I couldn't fall asleep until 4 AM, giving me only 3 hours of sleep. It's only 10 after 9 and I can already tell I'm going to be dragging. I get cranky when I'm tired. Hopefully, I will catch a second wind after the rehearsal dinner and be up for some partying.

Gramma loved the iPhone. You see, when she was growing up everyone was poor. Everytime I spend money on something she sees it as a luxury. A lower middle class chip on her shoulder. Maybe this is an important thing for me to learn from. Nevertheless, I showed her some things and she flipped, she was so excited. We had a tech bonding moment you could say. I wish there was a LifeAlert app so I could keep track of her while on the move. I care about my Gramma. You only have one mother, you know.

It's a common harmless little joke among straight men that all women are crazy. It's just a matter of degree of nuttiness, and when you will learn first hand. But check THIS out:



I like to say "It speaks for itself" but this clearly doesn't. Poor goldfish, they never had a chance. I've never made someone so mad they ate their pets, thank God. Actually I should be more thankful I've never had a girlfriend so insane they would actually eat a pet fish.

It's been well over a month. I just want all you lovelies I love you all. And that is all.

I'd like to think of myself as a pretty decent, even tempered guy. When someone shits on the Beatles I tend to not be so nice. I was in a frustrating argument on Facebook with a guy who shit on the Beatles left and right. Talking about lack of music theory, and how easy it is to play.

Then I find out he plays.....Death Metal. I don't really feel the need to defend the Beatles anymore after learning that. Talk about a fucking black hole in music.

JBL