I'm having a pretty good day today. I woke up early and I'm not feeling too sick today. I watched most of Hot Shots Part Deux, while I ate an apple with some peanut butter, it was nice. After watching some TV, I almost got on the computer, but decided that if I got on, I would spend too much time on the computer. I worked out in our garden instead, it's not much of a garden... I mean, we never take care of it.

Every now and then, we'll take some time to make it look half decent. Last time, we dug up a plant because it was too big. This time, I dug up a new plant that started growing and put it where the old plant was. I didn't realize how much of a task it would be to dig up the new plant. Since it was between another plant and our driveway, I couldn't use the shovel, so I used my hands. It's not a big plant on top, but it went about two feet down into the ground. I was laying on my side, almost shoulder deep, digging more dirt out, trying not to mess up the roots. I have a couple of cuts on my hand. I can still see dirt on my hands, even after washing them and showering... Hopefully our garden looks better. I have no idea. I was tired and covered in sweat and dirt. My shirt was soaked by the time I was done.

After I was done with all of that, I showered and napped. It was nice. I wasn't planning on napping, but it happened very easily. Now, I'm just so hungry. I wish I had a gronola bar. I want to eat my watermelon, but I'm too lazy to cut it up.

I saw the new Batman movie. It was really good. I had planned on dressing up as the Joker, but when my suit didn't dye and got messed up, then I couldn't find my Halloween makeup, I gave up. I figured I would just go in what I was wearing. For some reason, when I didn't go upstairs to change clothes, my wife called me an idiot. It really bothered me, but she didn't think it was a big deal. We've never called each other names before, atleast not seriously.

Last night, I was watch Across the Universe and I'm not sure why, but I just couldn't stop thinking about lip smack lesbians. Today, I have appointment with a psychiatrist, I think I might have to ask him if that's something from my subconcious trying to come out...

I have to dye a suit purple today. I keep forgetting about it. I need it for the midnight showing of Batman on Thursday night. That's about as far as I have planned so far. I think I need to start planning my life a little bit farther in advance.

Nothing new, just hanging around my wife's parent's house. We came here for the weekend, but I drove to New Orleans last night for an SG event at Coyote Ugly. It was kind of too crowded for me, but it was still kind of fun hanging out.

I hadn't seen Tiffini before. I don't pay much attention to the sets anymore, but she's hot and has a great new set.

I had a bit of a scare earlier this week. Last week, I noticed some bumps around my junk that I thought were from shaving, then this week I noticed a bit of a weird redness on a different spot. I went to the doctor and the guy that checked me out is obviously a new doctor that was new to the doctor's office, maybe he was in training or whatever doctors do. I've had testicular cancer and I'm naked on the internet, so I wasn't uncomfortable at all. I didn't even notice that the blinds were open, until he quickly got up to close them. He kind of looked at the bumps, then said something about going to get the other doctor to take a look, because he wasn't sure. He seemed kind of uncomfortable or nervous... it was kind of funny. He brought the other doctor in, who was a much older guy. I think I may have seen this doctor when I was a young teen. He was cool about, acted like it was any other body part. He used a magnifying glass and talked to me about the bumps, while my pants were down, occasionally inspecting the bumps again. Then he said the redness isn't related, he gets the same thing from jogging and sweating a lot. He seemed very positive and I was relieved. I didn't know where I could have gotten anything from. I've never had an STD and I don't want to start now... that's why I'm married, right?


In other news, I've been looking for a job. I was feeling kind of desperate and applied at Applebee's. They wouldn't hire because of my limited availability. The funny thing is, I didn't want to work there until they told me I couldn't. I really don't care, but I need the money. I'm also trying for a "laborer" with the parish. It doesn't pay as much as it should, but it's the kind of work I feel like doing right now. It would mostly be doing work outside, probably mostly grass cutting, which I find kind of relaxing in a way, especially if I can listen to music during. I could probably do that all day.

Also, check out urblueygrl's blog, somebody said I was handsome in one of the pictures.

Other than yesterday, the last time I threw up was near the end of 2006, outside the Kopa Room after drinking too much of everything, especially if it was cheap. I've been feeling awful. I'm feeling a lot better than I was yesterday, but still awful. I'm so hungry, but I don't want to eat anything... maybe I'll have an apple.

That's all. I have nothing interesting to say.

I'm touching myself right now. It's nice. It's something to do, when I have a little bit of time to waste.

Last night I could not sleep well. I kept falling asleep, then waking up. My sunburn was bothering me. I had constant erections. One time I actually woke up with something in my eye... How does a person get something in their eye while they are sleeping??? Then I had to pee so badly. I woke up with a cat on my pillow. I was fine with it, I just got comfortable and let her have half the pillow, then she started hitting me in the face with her tail.

I'm so tired.

I have things to do right now, but I can't remember what... I just remember something about the PlayStation.

I need to read some blogs, post some comments, look at groups, get in shape, eat healthy, find a job, get a hobby, do something important in this world and lots of other things... I just don't feel like it. I should probably make a proper update as well.

Tire's fixed and the wife is happy... that's all that matters, right?

"Goodnight Sweet Nurse" .... "Goodnight Sweet Nurse"

-"Goodnight SexyBeast, I hope I don't have to kill you."

"Please don't kill me Sweet Nurse, I don't think I'll like it very much and I worry that it might ruin our relationship."

She doesn't actually call me SexyBeast too often. I just substitute it for my name.

My wife wants to fix a tire on a car that isn't running. I worry that once the tire is fixed, I'll have to push the car around, with her in it, while never fixing the car. We don't know how to fix the car. I think that she thinks that once the tire is fixed, the car will be fine... I don't think she understands the problem. Eh... Women, they don't understand these things. I think I'm going to add some oil, turn the crank shaft, widen the exhaust and start making love to men. That makes sense doesn't it?

I need some serious help with my hair, it's a mess.

We were planning on going to California in July. That's not going to happen now, which I'm very disappointed about. It has nothing to do with the car that isn't running or the crankshaft. It's something that we decided a couple of weeks ago. We have too much going on and we are paying $115/week for our kid to go to summer camp. He just started today, we're broke, I'm getting a job. Of course, the past months, I don't know how many, maybe this whole year, I haven't been functioning too well, not since my car started messing up.

I love and care for my wife so much. I always call her "Sweet Nurse". I don't think that it matters that I've always continued to call her sweet, she wouldn't have caught it if I had stopped.

Friday, during dinner, she told me that I was awesome, that cheered me up some. Then, on our way to Baton Rouge, we listened to The President's CD, the one with Mach 5. I can't believe I haven't listened to that CD in so long, it made me really happy.

Saturday, we hung out and had dinner with the kid. After, we had some wine and talked about some things. It was nice to get some things off my chest, but she got a little upset. Then I must have said something that upset her, because she hit me. So of course, I asked her if she wanted to have sex. She declined and we went to bed.

Sunday, I was in a much better mood than I had been lately. I got somethings off my chest and I got hit in the face. I think it bothered her how much it cheered me up. I felt bad, but I didn't let it spoil my mood. She didn't mean to hit me and she won't make that mistake again. She says it puts me in too good a mood.

I'm not doing great right now, especially when my wife is at work. I hate her being unhappy. It's just not how we're supposed to be.