I'm hurting for you, dog.

I probably fell asleep around 11:30. I remember a night filled with salt lakes, driving through prairies, the presence of my brother, trying to get money from an ATM and getting the transaction ruined by an Italian woman who started her transaction while I was waiting for my money to come out. I later felt guilty for yelling at her when she didn't seem to speak english, though she did a pretty good job of holding her own and yelling back in Italian. This is the third dream in a row where people are speaking near me in another language that I don't know, but I recognize its origin. Sometime in the midst of this, MelRo was having trouble sleeping and feeling anxious though I can't remember why even though she told me. I woke up to pre-dawn darkness, or so I thought -- turns out it was 9 am. No alarm. It probably got turned off when I set the clock yesterday. Now I'm totally out of sync, and I can't tell if it's because I slept for more than 9 hours, or if I slept for 9 hours because my body was already off-kilter, i.e. sick. I can only wait and see.

freakysparks, I'm already jonesing for more teddy bear chainsaw action. That game is dangerously addictive.

I finally got the scoop on these mysterious record pools, and I will be sending a check off this week. Financially speaking, it costs less per month than I could spend at the store, and I can probably sell a lot back to the used stores and conceivably turn a small profit. But even if I break even, or hell just spend less of my own pocket money, it will be well worth it.

I was going to clarify more about my late night post from Saturday, but now it just doesn't seem worth it. I'll wait until I have something more insightful to contribute.

There's an r&b song I hear on GCI about once a day that has a break down near the end where they send the vocals through some sort of effects processor that makes them sound robotic. And every time I think of the robots singing "She's Leaving Home" from the Bee Gees movie version of Sgt. Pepper's. I'm not sure how I feel about the whole situation.

p.s. wearemany, I put something in the mail to you over the weekend, but the card is being sent separately -- don't feel obligated to open them together.

goddamn the entitlement.

Attention white people.
The world does not revolve around you. And you probably know you're not supposed to think your way of seeing life is right or best (not that it necessarily stops you), but you should also know it is also not common or normal.

I think I need a baseball bat to more effectively bust up people's pedestals that they're standing on. And smash the blinders they wear. I'm also interested in kidnapping their high horses that they like to ride into other people's communities to help "save the day".

Now my brain is hurting along with my head.