The Tonys!

I get excited every year for the one night of the Tony Awards! Granted, I was supposed to go to a gospel choir thing with my Dad (hey, we all suffer for parental quality time), but my 100.3 fever took the spot and I stayed home, suffering instead.

But I did get to watch my Tonys. And Neil Patrick Harris, you did a great job. But CBS? Someone needs to work on technical difficulties.



Oh, fever? Yeah, I sort of died. Whether it's infection related or not, fevers and aches do not bode well with me.

If you read this, or you've met me, you can understand I'm not a very relaxed person. In fact, I'm one of the only people who I know who uses pot to bring me "normal" levels. I'm a "Woody Allen Jew". Neurotic as hell and overly energetic. I like it personally.

And that is all.

My father went to the "dispensary" today, and he's all excited to be stoned when he comes home. Oh, parents. They're just like children.