johnnydelicious

Freaking dry air from heater gives me nosebleeds. Can't rock under these conditions. Need MD 20/20...

Sore and tired. Need beer and days off. Advil and some sleep will have to do.

Shocked myself twice at work today. Smooooth. Maybe I'll go for three times tomorrow.

Fucking 220V stoves. Making me wake up. I pity the fool bring me a 220V stove.

Day off good. Work bad. Okay not really bad, just needed sleep. Cleaned my place, played some Metroid Prime, played some Ape Escape, read some Cerebus, ate two styles of pig, and other assorted animals. Made a heart attack sammich out of a croissant, butter, and bacon. Trying to decide if I have the ambition to go to the bar.

Tomorrow (today I guess) is the first day in about two weeks that I get to sleep in. So I'm going to right now. If you don't like it, you can wait patiently by my bed and play Ape Escape.

One day I will sleep again. And you'll be there, and you, and you. In the event I get to leave work in less than 12 hours tomorrow, I'll be at Welcome to the Johnsons around four. It's a great time to start drinking. But only for professionals.

Longest day ever take two. Need sleep. Beer. Ladies. Legos. Round up and have prepared for 9:00am call.

Longest day ever. If anyone is fluent in Korean and English and knows theater lighting, contact me. Seriously.

Voltage conversion makes me sad.

Is there any food more perfect than bacon? Maybe battered and deep-fried bacon? And then you could wrap that in regular bacon. And put it in a croissant. I hate cleaning. Almost Crapenstein's Day. That's the day once a day when St. Crapenstein rises from the grave to pluck out the organs of good boys and girls, to make gumbo.

Well, the good news is my ex didn't die in a subway bombing in Moscow. The bad news is I heard from her and that always puts me into a much worse state. Being suitably 'enhanced' and reading her email especially doesn't help shit. Must sleep now.