I started this program yesterday: http://www.hundredpushups.com/

I think it'll be nice to get in some other exercise besides what I've already been doing.

Seeing Gaga and Clovey live next week; I'm super excited. Turns out I need to be at the venue in Chicago by 6:15, which will be tight. I'm going to have to leave pretty early that morning, I guess.

Still working a lot. Post-surgery working has been much better, even if I've developed less patience for some of my customers, I think.

Cosmics should be opening up later this month. Exciting, much?

I'm registered for classes for fall; I'll be taking European History, Art History, and German I, among my other requirements I have as a freshman. Should be fun.

The idea of Cosmics Coffee not existing is hard to swallow. I have a headache thinking about it, so I'll save my huge ass blog of reasons why I love the place and recall my favorite memories when I can think straight. Its last day is Wednesday. Fuck that's soon. Fuck. FUCK.

I'M A FATHER!

I am now the proud father of a bagel. I'm a bagel daddy! Its name is Jimmy! Calvin named it. I am so happy and I am sure that the mother, whichever of the thirty-seven women I am currently married to that used my sperm donation, is equally so.

But despite our shared happiness, it seems that there are some that want to see my parenting go down the shitter. Hell, some fucker even suggested that my bagel's name is Roundy and that it is in fact a bastard child.

Well I'm here to prove everybody wrong. I am going to sing my bagel "Never Go Hungry" every night. It will grow up to be strong and smart. It will kick that fucker's ass. That and singing "Never Go Hungry" will motivate me to never eat my bagel. Even when I'm sitting at Cosmics at 11PM and am hungry (which I actually am not right now- I'm quite bloated)