At 1:30 am, my roomate, Josh Levitt, shook me awake. "Dan! Dan! I got 76 article views! And 4 comments! This is blogtastic--I feel like I'm gonna blorgasm!"

Unfortunately, this was not an isolated incedent; this is my life.

Josh has been blogging for a few weeks now on Bleacher Report, and he just can't stop talking, thinking, or even dreaming about blogging.

At night, I hear him singing softly: "Desert Rose, blog blog blog blog blog. this desert flower, blog blog blog blog blog blog blog."

When I ask to grab some food, he responds "what, in the blafeteria?" And if I want delivery, it's "from Blominos?"

When I complain that I need some flop-flips that can withstand water, he warns "don't get any bloccasins!"

His favorite sport is blaseball. He drives a Bleep.

And he won't stop referring to Barack Obama as our first Block President.

What can I do? Please help me.

Blanks,

Dan

Please visit our blogs:Josh: jorgesaysno.blogspot.com Dan: Thewhitehouseplumber.blogspot.com