This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

6/28/2004

Song of the Day: "Weak and Powerless (Tilling My Grave Mix) - A Perfect Circle

The day is done, and a long day it was. We had three demos today and sold four orders for $5,800. That sucks.

I got about two and a half hours of sleep last night. You'd think I'd be exhausted right now, but three beers later, I'm still going.

It looks like this years Independence Day firework bomb will be made after all. Corey has been put in charge of buying them all this year, as I won't be getting back in town until Friday. I still can't decide if I'm going to have a gathering my place or not, but knowing me I will.

Mark is watching something on A&E about cleavage.

I had another odd dream last night.

For whatever reason, I'm at Oakville Senior, running around some unmapped area of the high school compound. It's an area where some teachers and a lot of other "worker bees" do a lot of their work. Heather (Steve's wife) happens to be working there, but at the time I'm looking for her, I can't find her. I don't even know why I'm looking for her, I just am.

I can't find her, so I get the idea to run around the cafeteria naked. (I dunno know why, but I've been naked in a lot of my dreams recently.)The only problem is that the cafeteria is just a huge room, crammed with an ungodly amount of people, and the fluorescent lighting is red. I scurry into a little three-walled booth, the opening crossed over with police 'crime scene' tape, and I stand there, yelling at everyone until a cop walks over to arrest me.

I don't know what the fuck is going on anymore.
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