God dammit... woke up hungover but in a good mood. It just feels like one of those days and it's not a manic episode making me say that. Last night was good times at the club. Got to work with my childhood friend Ryan, which is always fun. When we were kids, people used to tease us saying "You two will never work in a strip club together." In 2005 we proved them all wrong.

Listened to Howard Stern's final terrestrial broadcast today. Can't wait for that stock to blow up. It's going to skyrocket... right?

DJing at a strip club is fun. Not just because there's so many easily accessible blow jobs in such a place; rather because I get to hang out with my childhood friend Ryan. Friends come in and visit me and they get to hear me rattle off "These girls work for tips and tips alone" a million different ways. They drink cheap and everyone calls it a night. I've been fondled by enough strippers that I'm pretty sure the experience of a casual visit to a strip club in general has been ruined for me.

Otherwise, I lack a lot of sleep, which I plan on catching up tonight. I'm taking my various pills and plan on slipping into something just this side of a fucking coma.

Perfect in Plastic is back? I just heard it myself. More to follow.

Word. GoochOUT!