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So while I was in San Diego last week, I visited my dad to drop off some presents and also pick some stuff up. I grabbed my bass guitar and amp, bomber jacket, hoodie, some movies, and all my plastic modelling supplies. I need to find out how to wash the bomber jacket properly as it smells like old stale cigarette smoke. So gross!! Hate cigarettes.

I picked up the bass, because I haven't played it in years, and I feel it calling me for some reason. Perhaps as a release or to learn something on the side. Who knows. Perhaps some delving into my mind would clear that up.

I am currently drinking some "Old Speckled Hen" with post-haste. I've been dealing with a wicked bad headache most of the day and I feel like it might be stress related.

I fucked off a lot today, then got a ton of work done. Not as much as I'd like, as I can totally foresee that next week I'll be a huge bottleneck to our pipeline. But I wouldnt have it any other way. For whatever sick and twisted reason, I LOVE the chaos. I love the stress. I actually LOVE working 8am to midnight for no reason but to catch up on work because there's so much of it. When its not busy, I get scared and don't know what to do with myself. I can totally perform under pressure, but when it comes to slow periods, I fail miserably. I must find a way to fix that.

I feel a need for a Twin Peaks marathon party of sorts, after talking to m0ngrel's wife lastnight. Various homemade pies and coffee "black as midnight on a moonless night". What more could you ask for!?!

Anywho...beer beckons me.

adieu