The author I pimped a few posts ago (Steve Almond, check him at www.stevenalmond.com) is doing a signing of his book “Candyfreak” here in NYC at Dylan’s Candy Bar in midtown tomorrow at 2pm. The exact details are on his website. It’s a nice opportunity to do something cultural and act like I think about other things besides jokes about retards, boobs, and food. Of course, this isn’t true, but we can keep that a secret.

It’s now almost four, and I not only haven’t left the apartment on this beautiful Friday afternoon, I haven’t even put on pants yet.

After my last post, I feel asleep (understandably exhausted from the pancake consumption and the masturbation). I woke up and took a long shower, and listened to “Kokomo” about one-hundred times on full blast, breaking into a little dance each time the sax solo came around.

For the past thirty or so minutes I’ve been laying on the couch, shirtless, watching the History Channel, and eating Oreos. I’m almost through the bag, but I don’t have any plans once I’m finished. I’m guessing there will be another masturbatory session, this time at my roommate’s computer (he is at work – sorry Ben).

Yeah, I’ve got nothing. But now I am really tired from all this typing, so I think it’s time for another nap.

I love having off. I love even more completing wasting that time off.

I took off today, because apparently I don’t work on Fridays on anymore.

It’s a little after 1pm, and so far I’ve masturbated twice and have eaten about 3 pounds of pancakes.

And that’s really all I have planned.

[Have a good weekend]