Exhaustion

I slept until 3 this afternoon. I've barely been up for 8 hours and I'm still exhausted. I'm mostly emotionally drained, but I'll save those details for my real diary. Suffice to say, at the end of the day, the only guy a girl can depend on is her daddy.

Benjamin and I were up late last night, first watching some great season 2 episodes of 30 Rock, then comment-bombing © Emmanuel Bello-Ogunu, one of our friends from middle school. Comment-bombing © is one of Ben's and my favorite hobbies. We miscalculated Emmanuel's however, because he was online at the time. The ideal situation is for a person to log into Facebook to find 99 notifications of picture comments. It's basically our way of showing the world how ballin we think that person is. After we comment-bombed © E-man, we set our sights on our future Oscar-winning screenplay, "Godfather of the Night," which is a working title. I can't give away any of the amazing plot, but involves fast cars, drugs, and road rage. We can't take credit for the idea, however. While we were coming back from the crap hole that is Baton Rouge, LA, George told us a story of a drug runner that Benjamin and I fell in love with. It's going to be epic. After we write the real screenplay, then we'll write the spoof, "Fairy Godmother of the Night," and then the porno, which doesn't have a title yet. Lastly, we'll write the children's book. Saving it until last is going to be a challenge because we have a tendency to turn everything we do into a children's book:
Chapter 1: He was a bad bad man.
Chapter 2: Where did he get all of those drugs?
Chapter 3: Why is he so mad?
Chapter 4: He goes so fast in his car.
Chapter 5: That was a big explosion.
(you get the idea)
Anywho, the whole thing is going to be amazing. We'll sweep the Academy Awards for sure.

Thanksgiving is fast-approaching. You'd never know by looking at department stores or other decorations, though. Christmas--the commercialized, non-Jesus-centric, money-driven one--has completely eclipsed Thanksgiving. It seems like it happens sooner and sooner every year. Thanksgiving, a day we are supposed to take the time to appreciate our loved ones and all that God has blessed us with, gets thrown into the shadow of the illusion that the more stuff we buy, the happier we are. Something about that just doesn't add up to me. So before we get bombarded with sale papers and Christmas music, we should take a little time to be thankful for what we have instead of worrying about what we don't. *steps off of soap box* There now. Opinionated moment over.

Since this wouldn't be one of my blogs without a random, unrelated picture, here's today's POTD:

Fight the power.