"Then I realized that I drink." -Luke, the UPG

Oops. I meant to say that I don't drink....just...don't even bother reading the post that I wrote before this, ok? Thanks.

So it's 1:36 in the morning... what am I supposed to do? Update the friggin site. Not with anything of any weight of course... that would just be insane. News update number 1: The fungal rash on my foot is clearing up. Thank you for all your letters and prayers. News update number 2: Uh... I got nothin.

I just finished watching Conan. I noticed something interesting during the comercials. The beer companies really do a great job at advertising. Even though I've never had a beer in my life, when that guy thought he went on a trip to the lake without his beer, I felt his pain. I thought, "How could he have forgoten his beer? Now his whole vacation is ruined. What else is he going to drink?! He'll dehydrate! If I were him I'd go back and pick up the beer. But I would never have the same problem as him. I would never be so stupid to leave all that alchohal at home." Then I realized that I drink. Those darn beer comercials! They're brainwashed me. Or maybe I'm just a pre-raging alchohalic. I still blame the beer companies though. Oh yeah. And Everclear was on Conan. They're really bad live. I was disappointed. That was the big reason why I stayed up for the whole show. Uh... I don't have anything else to say. I'll have a new comic up sometime... next month... We'll have to update the profile page too. I've kind of... rearranged faces...

I worked all day yesterday. Went to work at noon got back at 5. Mowed my Grandpa's lawn. Mowed my lawn. Did my trig work. Finish Midnight Summer's Dream and started Antigone. Oh you're all so excited to hear it!!!

This guy walks into Taco Hell yesterday with two women. They were all in about their lower 40's. One of the the women was on the phone. She says to me "A number 8"

So i put a number 8 in the register. They all start yelling and arguing and yelling orders out. I didn't put anything down though. They seemed indecicive. The man orders a bunch of drinks. I put those in the register. The woman on the phone yells out "A number 4!"

So i put in a number four. The man starts mumbling like Ozzie Ozborne. I pay no attention to him. I look to the other woman, the one not on the phone, and she says "Yeah... I'll have that" She points to the menu.

Now... behind the counter I can't see a menu, so I don't know what the heck she's pointing at. "A what?" I ask.

"A...um... a grande?"

I stare. "A nacho bell grande?"

"No No No!" she says. "I want a grande. The dollar nineteen thing!" she points some more.

"I'm sorry maam but there's no such thing as a grande."

"I want that!! It's a dollar nineteen!"

After a whole lot more of this crap, the woman on the phone says, "She wants a nacho cheese chalupa!"

"Right" says the other woman.

I kind of stood in awe for a few seconds. My eyes glazed. My mouth hanging open. Amazing how stupid some people can be. Anyways, they order some more stuff and I say, "Your total is 11.32"

"11.32?!?!?!?" The man shouts. "11.32?!?!?!" Then he goes into some more Ozzy mumbling. So I read off their order and they tell me it's all wrong.

"I didn't want a number 8!" says the woman still on the phone.

"But you said..." I cut myself off. There is no reasoning with morons. I've learned that the hard way. Turns out all they wanted was a nacho cheese chalupa and a couple drinks.