Pseudoephedrine

Overslept. Missed church.

Walked through a car show at the Americana where there was a bunch of fancy shmancy cars, like Lamborghinis and Ferraris and all that crap.

Finally made it to visit Brian at the GNC. Saw Mario for the 1st time in months. For a while, we thought he might've been killed in Tijuana when no one ever heard back from him.

RYAN: What do you know about Pseudoephedrine?

Ate with my mommy at Outback Steakhouse. I had a 12. oz prime rib, chopped salad with bleu cheese dressing, sweet potato, pecan brownie topped with ice cream and chocolate shavings on whip cream, and fruit punch.

Spent the evening in the Barnes & Noble where I finished reading a 100-page magazine all about Taylor Lautner, the 17-year-old kid from Twilight who looks like he's on steroids because he needed to gain pounds upon pounds of muscle to keep his role for the sequels.