You know when I was a kid my favorite books were the Superfudge books.  Not because of Fudge.  No he actually got on my nerves, it was because of his down in the dumps big brother Peter Hatcher.  I bet Peter grew up to be a depressed guy, I know I sure did.

I’m not celebrating my birthday this year.  Things came crashing down yesterday as I realized that people do things they don’t want to do for your sake and you have to be wholly accepting of it.  I’d rather people did things on their own accord.  Don’t come here and then threaten sleep when there isn’t enough activity for you.  If you want to go watch the fight, go watch the fight.

Today is just like any other rotten day.

Not to get too A.J. Soprano on you (you know going out like that ain’t my steeze), but we really are all alone out here in this world.  You can’t depend on anybody but yourself when it comes down to it.