Friday, 01/18/02 - 6:28 pm.
This morning I woke up twenty minutes earlier that I usually do, and twenty minutes later than I actually do.
As soon as I felt awake, I stepped out the bed and starting walking up on the wall.
Something's wrong, Simeon said.
Shit!, I said. I was stepping on my Aerosmith poster #1.
I hate math.
I hate the phone.
- Simeon, I hear something on the back of my head...do you hear what I hear?
- I don't think so. I'm hearing my own.
Thinking about good stuff, I came to the conclusion that today, *today*, not tomorrow, I can say: I'm 16. Next year I'll be 18.