A Good Idea (On Paper)

School is keeping me lethargic and depressive this week.
Like being neutered.
Just a little more garbage and I'll be frisky again.
Digging up your mom's tulips and all of that.
But, I should tell you that I signed some contract last night.
That says that, although I won't be getting any more sex, I may get more comedy gigs.
Ones that pay me. Ones that fly me places.
Pretty Hollywood, huh?
Doesn't help me pass midterms, though.
In fact, if anything, it kinda acts as an obstacle for passing midterms.
Remember that phase you had where you lit fires in dumpsters?
Enjoy!