If I were the kind of person that titled his diaries and BTW, I'm not that kind of person, I'd title this one, 15-minute diary. Why? Because it's only going to take me 15 minutes to write it! Not because I don't care - I care; I really care. But because it's 10:56 pm as I write this and I had a total of four beers. Three more than I wanted.

I was walking home and called up my friend Tiffany. I was thinking, damn, I wish I had a beer right now. She was game and the rest is history. I actually needed to kick it. I just feel stressed out these days. Not sure why? Anyway, Tiffany's a good friend and man, did she have a great story to tell! I can't share it with you because I'm sworn to secrecy - I can only say that a night at the pub was just what the doctor ordered - for both of us.

I think this is the part of my diary where I put up a stupid photo.

This is a photo of Bob's

lampshade - Honestly, he's not even
trying today
OK, my 15-minutes are up. This was the best diary ever. I went out, that's something.

Have a great Tuesday! God Bless America.