Another weekend is gone. Abraham Lincoln says Happy Birthday: see you in your nightmares.
If I had to choose between watching Into the Blue or Honey for the rest of my life, I’d be stumped. I only watched half an hour of Honey and I really can’t imagine the rest of it improving. Still, my guess is that it can’t be worse than Into the Blue. Sitting around and thinking of not watching Into the Blue is a better use of time than watching Into the Blue.
I would like to reiterate that Sourz belong in the candy hall of fame. I’ve never seen small packs of the stuff, but they probably wouldn’t be of any use. They’re best consumed by the bag, which is usually empty by the time sour-stomach/gummi-gut shows up. That’s a true sign of good candy. Dinosaur fruit snacks: not as good as the box had me believe.
I was going to write something about Nate Robinson winning the dunk contest and how it’s weird that I used to see him around campus, but I decided time would be better wasted on YouTube watching basketball videos. An hour goes by real quick sometimes and now I need to sleep.