I don't feel well. I think I have a fever. But I can't. But maybe I can because I went to a hockey game with my freinds Troy and Brad, and they were sick. Brad likes to drink Coors Light, like I do. But Troy likes Bud, from a bottle, and they said they liked the Rangers but I thought the Devils had nicer uniforms. I like the black and red better than the old red and green. What is it, Christmas? I like Christmas. I normally drink eggnog at Christmas but now I think I'm a little lactose intolerant. It's my stomach. I get these problems from my father. Cut me some slack, I'm quitting smoking.