Sometimes, I sit back and think about how much my game has regressed over the years.  I can’t blame it on old age because technically, I should be in my athletic prime.  I guess it’s just that I have let myself go and gotten really fat.  I’m around 20 pounds heavier than I was when I was lighting them up for 20 every night.

I feel like a superstar college athlete who has stopped playing sports and now sells graded benefit life insurance.  Sure, it’s an honorable job, but one usually handled by sort of fat people.  Which is exactly what I am now.  Got to get back to the gym.  I shouldn’t be this fat.  At least not until I’m in my late 50s.

Sometimes, I have to wonder what it is with old people and motorhomes.  For some reason, I see all these old people packing their lives up and driving across the country in their RVs.  It’s crazy, seriously.  The motorhome insurance people must be making a killing.  Case in point: the third Transformers movie.  Sam’s parents drove in to visit him in their motorhome.  Doesn’t anybody ever drive normal sized cars anymore?

Anyway, maybe cars just aren’t my thing.  I mean, I couldn’t care less what car I drove.  If it’s got wheels, air conditioning, and gets me from point A to B, I’m happy.  Not exactly the best judge for motor vehicles.

Sometimes, I wonder if I can wear a wedding ring.  I mean, sure, sometimes I worry about whether I can pay for one, but let’s talk me and allergies.  For some reason, I can’t wear necklaces, watches, and bracelets.  I’m assuming that I can’t wear rings, either.  Then again, if makemypromisering.com makes me an offer to be the face of their company, I won’t complain.

Until then though, I will be like Lebron James.. ringless.  Sorry, I couldn’t help it!

Speaking of Lebron James, man, did you guys know that he does yoga?  Who would’ve thought a large dude like that could be so balanced and flexible?

One thing I have learned in life is that it is not like TV.  On Grey’s Anatomy, you see all these doctors in their white coats.  In real life?  They’re wearing scrubs uniforms, and they’re not nearly in as good shape.  No Katherine Heigls, man.  It’s just an illusion.

Also, the KFC chicken in the commercial looks better than anything you will ever find at the restaurant.  Inexplicably, it smells better, too.  What’s the point of this post?  No point.  I’m just killing time while waiting for my show to come on.  Can anybody here spell “IRONY?”  I thought so.

Over the past few days, I’ve been having some sort of realizations that I have been selling myself short.  I could be doing so much better with life, if I would just put the effort in.  I could be in better shape, be making more money, have more time, seeing more things.  All that kind of stuff.

I’m working on it, though.  It’s a real struggle, but it is what it is.  I want crown steel buildings in my name one day, and you don’t get those without putting in the work.  I just need to be more disciplined; just really find out how much I want it.  Wish me luck!

Over the past few years, it seems like every text I got from a cousin was a birth announcement.  I guess that’s just how it is; I was born with a lot of older cousins, what can I say.  While I’d love to be a parent someday, right now, I think I’d rather raise my money first.  It’s just like a kid.  I love it, it keeps me awake and paranoid, and I’d do anything for it.

That’s pretty tough, though.  I’ve got a few things in the works, but I need to take some time to sit down and just plan things out.  I’ve been saying this for the past few years, but I haven’t gotten around to doing it.  I’m doing alright, but I could be doing much better, too.  Hey, kids cost money.

There are very few things I fear.  One of them is ice skating.  The other is dentists.  I fear dentists.  I just can’t be comfortable with somebody who sticks a sharp, metal hook into my mouth.  Seriously.  I look at dental supplies and I start getting the shivers.  It’s that bad.

Thankfully, a friend has hooked me up with a dentist that knows his medication.  I had three of my wisdom teeth extracted by this guy.  It took around 45 minutes, and no pain at all whatsoever.  How do you beat that?  He was pretty full of himself, too.  He was like, “It’s that easy when you’re the best.”

Somebody’s been leaving his gas on.

I recently went office supplies shopping.  It always amazes me how much I can spend buying paper, pens, hp laserjet ink cartridges, toners, and other random office stuff.  Somebody is making a killing with my money.  Seriously.  But yeah, it is what it is.  It’s not like the office can run without any paper, pens, etc.  Let’s just chalk that up to operational expenses and move on.

Speaking of the office, I am so bored here.  I’m dying!  Thank goodness for the Internet, otherwise, I would’ve gone stark, raving mad a long time ago.

I’ve been looking at Wade of the Miami Heat’s sidestep moves, to incorporate into my own game.  It’s very effective, but I feel like the risk of injury is very high on that one.  You have to wonder how he’s not in a donjoy shoulder brace more often.

I hate getting injured.  That’s probably why my basketball game consists of pulling up from jumpers.  I used to be reckless at driving to the rim, but that usually landed my arm in a sling or a cast.  I’ve learned my lesson since then.  Of course, maybe things would’ve been better had I gotten better shoulder braces to help with my injury.  Well, I didn’t know better, what can I tell you.

Anyway, I’ll hopefully be able to bring back some of my aggressive driving game soon.  The league’s started already, and I can tell we’re going to need it.

I have to attend a wedding sometime soon.  Relax, it’s not my wedding; It’s some relative’s.  Yeah, I don’t even know who it is.  I love family. The only reason I know it’s even happening is that my sister was gushing about the bridal shower invitations.

I’m not very excited about it.  I know the wedding will be very sparsely attended, but the reception will be packed.  The sad thing about it?  The food isn’t even going to be good.  I even know where they’ll probably hold it at.  You know why?  Because 90% of wedding receptions I have attended have been held at the same venue.

I can’t really blame them, though.  Why spend so much to feed other people.  OK, that didn’t quite come out right.  Bah, whatever.  I’m too peeved to care right now.