Last night, I got to bed at a decent hour. I was exhausted and finally going to get some sleep. Or so I thought.

For some insane reason, Nami decided to bark at the front fence, the one right by my bedroom, from about 12:30am until about 5:30pm. I was this close

to shooting her in the fucking face. And now KIngston is going in between doing that “Dad, where are you?” meowing and running around like a psychopath. All about five feet away from me. What did I ever do to deserve this?

Needless to say, I’m still exhausted. And I feel like total butt. I used to play bass for Total Butt.

Yesterday, was equally stupid. I spent the majority of my day working on homework. And I went to my econ. class. When I got home from my class I discovered that Operation B had been by. And he left me a present in the mailbox. He apparently found an entire stack 1974 issues of gay porn magazines and decided that I needed two of them. Well, they’ll make for interesting magnets to say the least. What a strange day.

Today is Wednesday. That means history and psychology today. And the gym.

If you really want me to blow your mind, Back Alley Trey made a new post. Yeah. And so did Dave. Actually, Dave made two or three.

Enough shameless plugging of my friends’s websites. I’ve got stuff to do. More soon. ~SC