See you when you're 40

Nyquil is the devil. I felt drunk all day. Loose and - more importantly - without purpose.

So I bought a PS2. Then I played it. It's close to the PS3 launch (year or so), so it may seem fruitless to get it now, but it doesn't matter. Something needed to happen today and video games are something. Disagree all you want, you won't hear me arguing the flip side and saying that buying makeup or clothes shopping isn't the same trite, self-indulgent crap.

The bar was fun. Everyone kept touching where my beard used to be and saying nice things, like I was a widow. Am I really defined so much by facial hair? Has it come to that? I remember when it used to be the candid nut shots and crank at 3 am. I'd like to be remembered as the first person you'd expect to be on a bus to hell, but a beard will do fine.

But that's all legacy stuff and it's something we have little control over. Although, I guess you could argue that my legacy existed today because I got a ps2. So.... Testicles. I guess you can control it a little. The smaller stuff at least. I doubt I'll be remembered for things I want to be remembered for, that's for sure. I got recognition in high school for charity, but I doubt anyone in college would even think of me as meritorious. Bah. It's for the better. If I set the bar low enough, whenever I achieve something of moderate success,\ they'll be cheering in the bleachers. Getting a D+ on a test will equate to a girly-boy hitting a grand slam in Tee Ball.

And as I peer over my shoulder, I must note : Adam Corrola needs to give up on TV.

Reminders before I let the class go: Weekend is upon us, remember to be good. Don't make me call you to check up on you.