Dr. K...

Or how I learned to stop doing anything and love being lazy.

I'm on my computer about four or five hours a day. Yes, my life is pathetic. I know. You'd think that if I spent at least one of those hours writing SOMETHING that within a few weeks I would have completed another "script". But no, not this guy. Instead, I wake up, think about how I'm going to finally start writing again, then let the entire day pass by, go online, and look at stupid shit (which is why the Internet was created in the first place).

Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I'll get back on the bandwagon (or off it). I have no job, I've already graduated from college, and I still can't stop masturbating. All reasons for me to get my fat ass gears in motion. By this time tomorrow, I promise to have written at least one page. That sounds like a good (albeit lofty) goal.

Let me just say this in closing: SK is gonna give SB and her A crew a run for their money...hopefully...goddamn my wishful thinking.