After posting this journal for the past eight months I think I have developed writers block. Normally I get up, turn on the computer and just start typing the first thing that comes to my head. This morning the only creative thought that came to me was the fact that I don’t have anything to say so I thought I would write about that. I think this is a sign of extreme boredom. The most exciting thing I am going to do today is make stew with some fresh peas that my father gave me. That is it! It just doesn’t get much better than that for me now. My creative juices have been tapped and my motivations have been squelched. The next time you see me will be 10 years from now on the 10 O'Clock news. I will have gained 500 pounds and I will not have left my apartment during that time.

Someone once said (I think it was Andy Warhol) that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame and I think gaining a ton of weight (literally) will do that for me. I will make the evening news and Richard Simpson will come by with a camera crew. I will be overjoyed when he gets me to lift my arms over my head. I can just see him jumping for joy right now at my major accomplishment. Then I will lose all that weight from eating nothing but McDonald’s salads. That’s when I will start making the big time. Step aside Jarrod! Pauly is coming through weighing in at a pittance of 160 pounds all buff (with some plastic surgery of course). Yeah, that’s the next time you will see me. Maybe then I will have something interesting to put in this damn journal!