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The water is pounding away at the tiny little window/portal to the outside world. I'm in here, doodling away on some arty farty stuff. Thinking about women, and how much they pay little mind to me. Which is cool. I'll just go back to being a hermit and sucking it up and not whining about the facts of life no longer. No sir. This is all you'll hear from me about that. Back to the grind of life. Good times are coming up, though. I'm in Houston. The super bowl is coming here. Oh my god, I live downtown, and it's already getting crazy. Sweet Jesus, I've heard friends speak of what's in store, and I just cringe. Because excess is just an excuse, my friends. But oh, what an excuse. And I'm not even much of a sports fan. I played football in high school, and I was so-so, but goddamn if I follow what's going on. I'm all about the sex, not the violence. I was always checking out the cheerleaders from the sidelines. Ah, pyramids. Something altogether wholesome about pyramids. I just gave away a bottle of wine to a friend. I think he'll be back for more. Brother. Stay the course.