And that one episode of Fresh Prince where he gets trapped in the basement with Gina from Martin. The earthquake episode. You know the one.
Anyway, I'm pretty freakin' tired. There are a few things I wanted to touch on, I'll get to it someday. Bathrooms, sports, the children. Yeah, they're our future, unfortunately. I'm at my wits end with some of these cats. They're making mistakes, making bad decisions, but all you can do is try to advise them. Try to help them out, but you can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped. I should know that by now.
I do know that.
It's still unfortunate though. Most of them won't realize it until it's too late. Then there's the killer instinct, the eye of the tiger, the drive, it's just absent in a lot of our kids. Or kids these days, whichever. But I digress...
What else was I going to write about? I don't remember...
Let's see last night Mel and I went out to Chen's for dinner, great as always. Great food, good drinks, good times. I can't believe I'm home right now, I should be in line waiting for Spider-Man 3 to open at midnight. I'm getting old, what can I say. Missing shows, missing movies, maybe it's just that my priorities have changed.
Okay, so now The Simpsons are distracting me. Yeah.
Anything else? I worked out my arms, we tied against Manley, and I think that's about it.
Tomorrow's Friday, the weekend never comes soon enough.