I must have some type of residual high ability. The past few days I have been fucked out of my mind without doing anything. I'm thinking the pollen is fucking with me. I feel like I'm on acid or something. No complaints, honestly. I've been spacing out a lot lately.

I came back into work this morning. Last night I left the fan on in my office. Bad idea. It caused havoc to my desk throwing papers all over the place. It looked like a bomb went off when I got in. Or maybe it was the space monkeys. I mean brass monkey.

I'm going in on a sailboat with my father. I mean the two of us are purchasing one together. Fuck motor boating, unless of course she has a nice rack. And believe me, I haven't had a rack worthwhile in a long time. I love when someone pops the question, "are you an ass or tit man?" That is a hard question. It really is. I like them both. Ass is probably first and foremost for me. And the problem with girls and their asses is the simple fact that looks are deceiving. A girl can cram herself into a pair of jeans and make her ass look perfect. Then when her pants are coming off its clear that she doesn't look as good as you thought without the jeans. That is why I like boating. Then you know what the girl's got because she's wearing a bathing suit. That is the true test of honor and dignity. How does she look in a bathing suit? Because we all know if she can pull off a bathing suit, she can pull my clothes off.