So yea.
Went to bed 'round 11:30pm today. Getting ol', need to spend more time workin' on my hobbies. Like sleep.
Apparently, Friday night is when you call up Reggie late at night.
It's coo. I'll pick up, or I'll call you back. I'm sorta compulsive like that.

Only a good 362 days 'til I can legally drink.
You have no idea how scared I am.
I get the strangest feeling that ALOT of people'll be gunning for me that night. So next year, my b-day's bein' celebrated at a place that doesn't serve hard liquor.
Good fun yea?

Alot of things happened on my birthday. I was born. Other people were born. A president was shot that day. An' something I referred to as "The Incident" also happened.
You'll get more details on that later on. Main reason for my first nervous breakdown, an' somewhat responsible for the product you see before you.

For now though, I'm gonna try to get back to bed.
Insomnia, good fun.

[Ed. Note: REALLY enjoyed that movie. Loved the dialogue.]