Compiled Fragments of the Day

It's 8:00 on the morning of July 7th, 2008. I have just done something that I haven't done in months... I slept... and even more impressive, I slept at night.

Before my sleep I had a nice day. I know impressive, those never happen.

I did some sitting around for a while, had a little barbecue with my dad and his girlfriend, my sister, and my grandma and grandpa. Not normally my type of activity, but it was pretty fun, and a nice time, with background music by Envy.

Then I went to the mall, got me some new plugs so I can begin another period of stretching these lobes out.

I got back at around six and hung out with my grandma and grandpa, and talked about dick tattoos.
The old man had me literally choking from laughter, telling me to tattoo I love you on the head of my dick so that when someone goes down there they'll treat it extra special. I love that old man and his crazy, grizzled, one-legged, emphysema ridden self.

After I left their room I ended up passing out on the couch at around seven o'clock, and slept until 5:43 A.M.

Now, I'm sitting here on this computer, writing this entry, with the beautiful sound and light of one of the greatest works of animation ever created, Akira.

In about four hours I'm going to head off to Black Hole and hang out for a while, possibly pick up Osamu Tezuka's Phoenix or some random graphic novel, maybe the Amazing Joy Buzzards vol. 2 or Becky Cloonan's East Coast Rising

(This entry contains no philosophy or teenage angst. I'm getting better.)