Why Can't I Talk On My Phone In Twenty Ten

As many of you are all ready aware, its 2010.
Here's where I am sitting as far as accomplishments of 2010, and its only 11 hrs into the new year:

• I heard the first drunk quote of the year " Why Can't I Talk On My Phone In Twenty Ten, It's Twenty Ten Mutha Fu**er, and I Can Talk On My Damn Cell Phone If I Want" Credited to the drunk guy in the corner booth at IHOP.
• Had a little orange light indicator come on in my car.
• Got my ass merced by 12yr olds in Call Of Duty.
• and convince myself that sleep in not worth it.
  

I am laying in bed after a 12hr night shift, still have not gone to sleep. I am watching Mike Birbiglia's 'My Secret Public Journal'. As I said before it's 2010, and the last few years have been quite up and down. This year I know is gonna be way different. I sorta have this inner monologue running right now previewing the year to come. Think of the most enthusiastic and annoying announcer you have ever heard, and I think you'll be at the point I'm at.

Coming in 2010, Boos is back, this time he's serious. Watch as he kicks off the new year by rearranging his room, cleans the house and tries the convince himself he actually needs to get the H1N1 shot.

Not going to lie to you guys right now, that all sounded much more funny in my head. I don't think I have mastered the art of the comedy blog quite yet.I'm new to the whole blogging scene and I think I missed the boat by about ten years. That's okay though because it took 10 years for us to get a Boondock Saints sequel, pretty sure my mind is trying to say it takes time to get god things so stay tuned.
I am going to chock the randomness up to lack of sleep in the last 48hrs. So I am going to sign off and I'll get back to you later.
PEACE