You know, there comes a point in every man's life where he just gets fed up with waking up on the toilet, kitchen, front lawn, etc. to realize that, "man, my days are f*cked up." The past week I haven't played any video games, went to bed at 12 a.m. the latest, and wake up the next morning refreshed. I tell you, I haven't felt this great since the first day I got laid. I mean, I swear I have enough energy to bench press cars...which I did before I started this blog. In fact, I'm typing with such immense force that I actually caused my steel desk to break in half, and my fingerprints are actually etched into the keyboards. Hell, my thoughts alone have the divine power to lift up a building and increase my muscular strength. The sad news is though that I won't be spending a lot of time online, computer and gaming entirely. In fact, I'm guessing that the only time that I do is on my days off...two days a week. It's a necessary self-intervention, seeing as the past three days were hard work, and I haven't got exhausted yet...and haven't had a crash the next morning. But I can't complain, I feel freakin' great. I have enough energy to outrun a jet, and at least my games will last a lot longer. Well, I'll see you guys.