Life sucks. Tink is at camp, work is brutal, and my family is fighting. I work all day for some old man. Sweat and break my back. Then I come home to my castle but my kin won't cut me slack.
I work all week. I party all friday, and saturday night until I am practically asleep. (Leaving my fellow partymates with a sense of frustration as I say nothing.) I get home, have a feast, and fall asleep before my anticipated programming is aired. At some point, I should sleep for more than 6 hours, but who has time.
But then again, if we never take time, how do we ever have time. Ahhhhhh. It's like wiping my ass with silk.
My life has been imprisoned by my geekdom. I spend my free time playing Star Wars II: Jedi Outcast, making the ultimate beatles CD, and reading comics. (I'm trying to find copies of "The Shroud" and "Conspiracy," while reading "The Shadow.")
Sounds pretty darn neatto, right?
I would write more, or use grammar and structure, but I am too tired to continue. I must return to my steam room.
(How can it be 75.1F outside, but 86.7F in my room?)