What about jay and Bob? I mean those guys were alright...

It just simply is,
Why Hello there, my what a long, long time its been. Posting after a slight lay off. How engaging. In a figurative sense. Or something.
As far as I'm concerned I've pretty much shut down all brain functionality for the time being, in respect to New Years ( my sincerest hope that you had a good one) I am still, as of now, feeling the effects. For those of you whom are not up to date on A the A exploits, let me say merely this. We took Yellow Jackets, the "diet supplement," that augments your diet from "some food ingested," to "probably never going to sleep again and sipping on water." Which, as I can now attest to, is a pretty abrupt transition to say the least. I can only liken it to thinking that your about to watch a really funny film but instead having to sit through the entire hellfest that was/is the Mr. Bean movie. (My condolences automatically go out to anyone who knows that rings as true as I do).
The no sleep thing, will, as opposed to what I thought it might be like, truly, truly messes with you. My synapses are slower (which now puts them now at somewhere between Moose's and Jughead's speed) so now I'm Andrew sans his senses. Which, come to find out, is a slightly different person. Although I believe there is probably a very significant amount of you out there that might be frightened by an out of body experience, I am here to tell you that it isn't all bad. Par ejemplo, although you might think that you are generally a happy person, try being completely bereft of thought. I mean completely. ARE you there yet? I don't think you are, because I am and I haven't quit grinning since. Once you truly can't think straight,it leading to truly not thinking. Then not a bad thought runs across that gray matter. Let me cut the chase, Yellow Jackets are the new Nirvana.
(ed note.- Andrew has decided to NEVER EVER EVE EVER ingest Yellow Jacket diet supplements again.)
However, there was an upside, which was namely that we (Aaron and I) were able to hang in there until we heard the indifferent cacaw of the invisible rooster. And while this fictional barnyard occurrence might drive some men to bed, it merely pushed us to the car. Where,after very little debate, we were on our way to breakfast.
Post-eating there was some crashing, but for the better part of three days my sleep schedule has been so messed up that I really have been only here in body. Which is why I decided it was a good time to post.
Back at school, this must be the ultimate medicine. Although I'm excited to be here, I don't truly believe that I could be any less looking forward to the commencement of classes. That being said though, I don't believe there to be a better way to kick start the old melon so maybe it isn't all badd.
Brevity, I suppose is the key, and with that I believe I'll sign out. Because really, in conclusion, I don't think its right to post when whacked out of your skull, but it worked out so well for Jesus that I had to try it. Hope it was worth it. Be real.