This having bar soap thing makes me feel like a new man.

I just spent sixty dollars on some art. On some art that could only be described as strange.

Stephen Colbert just said he played Dungeons and Dragons as a child.

Found my belt. Fuck yes!

Lyndsey was in town this weekend. About, the way she does, here and there and everywhere. It was good to see her, and I'm happy about where our lives have gone.

I just spent my last dollar on milk. Money well spent.

Happy Birthday, America!

I have really gotta re-apply myself to writing inane, inscruatable things about my life on the internet.

I am geeking out pretty hardcore these days.

It's not that I'm bored, it's that I'm just the opposite. Which is worse.

Not sure when I went from wanting to "make good art" to "make good money" but I'm there.

I am, right now today, ordering prints of pictures from Europe. Which, you know, happened about ten months ago.

This is one of those moments. Where I've misplaced myself, but don't think I have enough time to look.

I dreamt last night that I had two real jobs. One was working in an antique shop down the street and the other was at a dentist shop. I somehow managed to double book both of those jobs. Like they were both at Monday at 9am and I had a strike, so I bailed on both of them and went to strike.

Sometimes you just gotta come home, get drunk, and fall asleep on the couch. Yesterday was one of those days.

I really want the abality to change bodies. Just for today. Maybe yesterday. Perhaps the whole week. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow.

Today is that day for my hair.

I know for a fact I don't feel any better. Change is a process. It doesn't happen in one night.

I went on and on last night. About a bunch of things. Don't know if I feel any better.

I seem to be bad at taking naps. They seem to take me (all afternoon to wake up from).

When I was younger I wanted to go out into this world and destory it, remake it in my image. Now, I suppose, I want to destory myself and remake that in my image. Humbler, perhaps, but I'll go out on a limb and say more satifsying.

My CDs have just fallen off the wall.

Had an odd dream last night about eatting apples at a show.

So there is Big Al's. Peoria's number one strip club! One of the top ten in America! I've never fully understood the appeal of boobies in your face that you can't touch. It's like masturbating without the orgasm.

Happy Birthday, Laura Tennal!

So there is Big Al's. Peoria's number one strip club! One of the top ten in America! I've never fully understood the appeal of boobies in your face that you can't touch. It's like masturbating without the orgasm.

I wake up early because I'm nervious. I can't get to sleep sometimes because I'm nervious. I need to find the time for naps somehow. I'm just not sure where that time is.

Happy Birthday, Brad Norris!

It's true what they say: You can't go home again.

Damn you, red wine.

Happy Birthday, Justin Viegelahn!

I feel like I have been gone for days.

I hope everyone's okay. I hope your loved ones are okay. I hope your friends and drinking buddies and one night stands and people you see everyday in the hall and people you haven't seen in years are okay. All your old crappy roommates and people that cheated off of your test. I hope that everyone you've ever laid eyes on and everyone that they've laid eyes on are okay. And I wish that any piece of ground that you've ever put your foot on in peace is not a piece of ground on which blood has been spilled. And I don't know what else to say.

I kind of hate the print button on programs. I hate that there's a button you can accidently press and it costs you a piece of paper.

Tech tonight with Dance Loop. Being at the Pages is a little weird. But such is life. Meaning that life is a little weird.

We have learned, once again, to fear the snow.

Ron Paul: Still online.

This is a victory for all America!

Finally, living in Illinois pays off.

The size of my balls right now make it hard for me to believe I was out biking yesterday.

I am having trouble with this dice thing.

Emily Jane is getting married!

It's a werid thing to want someone to be stealing your money.

Victory! X-Men are powerful!

I just saw a picture of you and I am trying to remember, after all this time, what it was like to be in love with you.

I'm not really doing anything today. And that's the way I roll.

I had a dream last night someone was telling me they had gotten color copies from Kinkos for no good reason. And I was upset by this.

I have offically changed my body clock to sleep from 2am until noon. That's eight ten hours. And that's the way I roll.

I still cannot shake the feeling the our new bathroom is the sort of bathroom that one should be drunk in. And that the propper position with the toliet should be kneeling before it, not sitting on top of it.

Just got in from biking about in the rain. In December. And it was pretty nice.

Had some crazy dreams last night. Remember shooting people with a shotgun. Going back for the dog. Trying to bite of someones finger. Crazy.

I will say that I don't like the fact that all that Laura is in the other room while I'm typing.

I have everything except the goddamned envelopes.

It wasn't like coming home. It was coming home.

This was my first showering experience in the new place. I would say it was a wash (pun intended). And I put some of the body wash into my hand. Now, as a sort of impulse, a reflex if you will (as I am a bar soap man), caused me to place this goo into my hair. As it felt like shampoo and I wasn't really paying that much attention. At least, I suppose, I have very little hair to speak of. Though that which I do have now smells strongly of Irish Spring body wash.

Saw Phil on the street. Pulled my mom's SUV over and honked at him. Told him to get in, we were going to breakfast. He said he'd just eatten, but got in anyway. We sat in the diner while the SUV was hit by another car, all of that. Phil didn't get any food, but watched us eat ours and had a nice little chat with Phil and my folks before the took off for the heartland.

What is that which you are rasing? Is that the bullshit flag? Why is it so red?

Party, party!

And I'm about out. And I'll be going. Into the unknown.

Yes, please, bring another bottle of wine.

Pardon my bitterness, but you can rub your generosity in my face all you want. I don't feel the need to bribe my friends with gifts.

I don't know if I'm understandably conflicted, but I am conflicted none the less.

I don't understand how it's possible for me to get this much sleep and still be tired.

Happy Birthday, S. Winks!

I had never even considered the option that it might be a joke. Or initiation. Or some other sort of good-hearted fun. I haven't been the 'new kid' since Rockford.

It's over.

It's true. Sometimes you just want something covered in gravy.

I had a terrible theatre dream last night. In which the show I was calling was falling apart at the seams.

I watched Young Guns last night. A movie I remember enjoying a great deal as a child. Somethings, I guess, should stay that way.

Happy Thanksgiving!

It sounded like a train just rolled past my place. A huge train. Which is odd, as there aren't tracks that close.

I feel that in my time I have learned how to wear hats.

It was a woman who first suggested I part my hair in the center. What an odd thing to remember.

Had a fucking terrible dream, something in the vein of Twilight of the Golds in which I was leaving my family and an action movie where things were blowing up. I was attacked by a friend with a razor blade. It was rough.

There are times when there is so much unresolved things that there is no way to start resolving them.

Happy Birthday, KP Kickin' it Old Skool!

Happy Halloween!

I do understand that bitching is just a huge part of the job. Usually at a bar. Which is why it's so hard to make money most of the time. Becuase you're spending it on drinks to bitch over.

The thing I find most interesting about this is that I keep waiting for someone to be shocked. Not necessarily angry or repulsed or disappointed, but honestly and truly surprised. Which no one seems to be. Because it doesn't seem out of the range of my actions. It seems like something I am likely to do. This is odd to me because I don't feel that way. I feel like I have, for myself, taken a rather large risk, I have ventured into the unknown. Because, you know, I'm not punk. At least I don't think so. But the overwhelming feedback is that I am. Of course. That people have been seeing things in me that I don't see in myself. That I am not who I think I am.

I know it might seem lame, but if I'm at a party and I'm not trying to get laid 2am is about the time I'm thinking about heading home.

Life seems to be either a matter of preping or doing.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.