A penny for your thoughts. Right now.

......Damn it, I gotta call Tony about Caps tickets tomorrow……I really don't want to go ice skating for Cocio-Coco's birthday, but maybe fate will play its card……New people……Matt's in town Friday, ready the liver!……And damn the goddamn torpedoes……Documentation, dokumentation, documentazione, documentacion, documentacao, documentatie, achtung motherfucker!……"I'm sorry sweetie, I can't give you any food tonight. You're getting an ultra-sound tomorrow, okay? I gotta starve you tonight."……Thanks for the Meowing Tour of the house, catso……Gonna wake up Barney, Mr. It's-Nine-O'Clock-I-Must-Be-Sleeping. Didn't even hear me come in.....Sheena brought it out: Not a goddamn thing is going on. Is that bad? Yeah, it is. Don't sugar coat it……Quite often, it really sucks. Yeah, the house is clean, but it's empty......No, no, no: Shake all that off. It's all good and fine.....Coke tab flat, Coke tab down, Coke tab flat, Coke tab vertical......Far out, man……Before, after, before, after……LOL, she was good for laughs……Wait a sec, this "With Or Without You" is from '98, but didn't they finish the tour--ah, never mind, it did finish in '98……Why do I got all this shit going on in my vacation all of a sudden? Contacts, damn it! Tomorrow, after the 'rents leave. Just take the cell in case the vet calls……I gotta find "40" from the Point Depot. I hate leaving that CD unfinished. Burn baby burn!……Really, how hard is it to be a drummer?……Jesus, is this the best I can come up with? And how often am I gonna do this during softball? Plus, I got the coed stats and shit……Six dots, matey……The leg thing is not a nervous habit, it's just excess energy playing out to the music, I told her……Scrunching the eyes and saying, "Okay??"……Alright, now this conflagration is starting to sway the thoughts in that direction. I mean, if I have enough time to think about the word "scrunch," then it turns into scrunchie which turns into the hair notions aisle which makes me wonder why Carly called which goes on and on and on……So type faster you idiot……The fingers are fast because I get a lot of use out of them masturbating, or something like that……I thought it was funny when I sent it……Barney better not sneak up on me or else I'll freakin' shit myself……Damn, I swear a ton……God, he's reaching: "Take Me To The River"? He's in a zone, apparently……Ow, now it's the neck……But I see the cat is prepping for sleepdom. Yay! Your days are numbered, Sparky……And I gave Barney shit about that……What ti--midnight, so that's about 7 hours if I went right now. 3 to 7 is only 4, though. Screw it. Sleep is downtime, you don't get anything done……Uh......Is the mind ever blank?……"All the promises we made"--yogurt……apparently not……Enough? Done?……Enough thinking about thinking of thinking things to think about. Actually, that's untrue, sir......Time to Cut--no, Copy, Log In, and then Paste. Napster's off, so it's all quick……And another is done for a few days, which means on, uh, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday. Friday the next one......"Go mmmmmme."