It's really weird probably, but I think my dream in life would be to end up like this guy in this Plavix commercial.
I mean, he's old, but he still looks pretty cool. Fit, has nice glasses. And he has what seems like a pretty nice house. Good computer. And he has this daughter that loves him and cares about him. She even looks up stuff about his health. It's the American dream.
Really beats those financial commercials where some dude is texting his wife saying they'll have to move in with their kids.
I've got an awesome idea coming up. I thought of it when I was playing in the woods of Montgomery with my little brother. It involves trees, and the monkey suit I ordered for Halloween. Stay tuned for pictures of me in the monkey suit from Greg's now-annual Halloween party coming up next weekend.
Oh yeah, I was woken up by a nightmare the night. I ordered this drink supplement called Hornet Juice that is based on the digestion chemistry of the Asian Giant Hornet.
In my dream, a Asian Giant Hornet fell from the ceiling into my bed and hit my back. The fear jolted me up from slumber. In other news, I think the cool drink supplement really works. I've been running like a champ lately.
50 hours in a cube per week lately, and we still somehow come up with awesome ideas. Friday afternoon's highlight: rubbing a balloon against your hair to charge it with static electricity and then making the charged up balloon stick to the ceiling. It's my inner-engineer coming out.
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