Sunday, December 31, 2000

I just woke up. I fell asleep finally at around 4am this morning. I was up from Wednesday at about 5:30 to 4am today. This easily sets my awake record.

I was awake for 82.5 hours. During that time, I travelled over 1500 miles in a goddamn Buick Skylark. I feel immortal.

Happy New Year! The millennium ends/begins!

I'm still awake. I went to a party at Nuzum's to celebrate the Saints playoff win. I'm going to die. Ok, I'm going to bed NOW.

Saturday, December 30, 2000

The Saints won! First playoff victory ever!

It's 5:30. I've been up since Wednesday. If I don't sleep, I'm going to go insane.

I drove into New Orleans and I was about to pass out. I had a Coke and just drove to Baton Rouge to sleep. I'm in my apartment now. Had a scary moment; I couldn't find a gas station that was open in South Alabama, and it was 13° outside. I ended up barely getting to Pensacola and getting gas.

Alright...naptime. Then hopefully the Saints will win a playoff game.

LSU won, 28-14. Tommy Banks scored a touchdown, and Bradie James was the defensive MVP. And now I'm about to make the worst decision of my life: I'm driving to New Orleans now so I can try and get tickets to the Saints/Rams game tomorrow.

Friday, December 29, 2000

Down 14-3 at the half, and Rohan is starting the second half. This one's in the bag.

Dammit. Josh Booty is starting. And the seats in the Georgia Dome are horrible. And I'm going to pass out.

I got on CNN's Talkback Live today doing the shake going into a commercial break. LSU fans ruined the show with the GEAUX! TIGERS! cheer while the moderator was trying to talk about abstinence and jerking off or something.

I still haven't slept, and I'm off to the game. GEAUX!

Well, I was right. We got to Atlanta, and I went straight to the Margaret Mitchell Museum on Peachtree while the guys went straight to the skankiest titty bars known to man. I'm not asleep because Nuzum is. That filthy, disgusting bastard. Maybe I'll get a little sleep before the game tomorrow/tonight.

Thursday, December 28, 2000

I'm off to Meridian. I couldn't sleep last night. This worries me because I'm not going to sleep on the road because Nuzum is such a shitty driver. And I'm probably not going to sleep at the hotel because Nuzum snores and farts when he's asleep. I may never sleep again.

Wednesday, December 27, 2000

I just woke up at my dad's house in Swartz after about 14 hours of sleep. I'm meeting Ray and Nuzum in Meridian tomorrow at 7:30am on our way to Atlanta for the Peach Bowl (LSU vs. Georgia Tech).

Exciting. My first bowl game since Southern Miss vs. UTEP in the 1988 Indy Bowl.

I've never been to Atlanta; I'm sure that while the guys are at titty bars, I'll go to museums. It isn't that I hate titties--I love titties. I just hate ugly faces. And I love museums.