Tink, it seems Friday will never come. The weekend appears to be getting farther and farther away, and I am slowly losing my mind. It's never the same, everything's different. Something's missing. I miss cutlery, and I seem to ache all over. (But that might be linked to something else.)

I am just a new boy,
a stranger to this town.
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?

I guess it doesn't matter how long it takes, just as long as you get back real quick. After all, as the literary god Bryan Shelby once said, "It's the sour and the sweet. And I know the sour, which allow's to appreciate the sweet." Haven't done that in a while, have I?

Other notices for today: 1. Beat jedi knight jedi academy on the light side last night. Very disappointing. No happy fold can compete with the sinister look on my face as I command a hijacked star destroyer, cluthing the precious Sceptar of Ragnos. 2. Finally have a theory for the wall that I'm stickin to. It was kind of obvious with the lyrics. Just had to look at each "part."

That's about it. Just remember "sixty four years is 33,661,440 minutes and ONE MINUTE is a long time . . . . . . . ." I good you bid evening.