...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Hero Of The Day" - Metallica

For some reason that song just popped into my head.

Anyway, tonight was uneventful on my end. I saw four couples and sold nothing.

@Quill: Sorry about not calling back the other night. It was a late night, and I didn't think you wanted me calling at 3 in the morning. I also found a live version of "Hi-Fivin' MF" by Local H that you might be interested in.

The only upside to this trip so far is that the soda machine on our floor was left open. (Nix, Jeff and I are in "our" room. The one you and I shared when my parents came out here.) The soda machine directly across from our room was, for whatever reason, unlocked. Needless to say, I had to take advantage of it.

Say what you will. I am a thirsty motherfucker at all times.

If you'd like to vote on my pic at Hot or Not, you can do so here. Vote at your discretion.

I got more work done on my story last night. I've been having to retreat into the bathroom once Jeff goes to bed, so as I type this I'm sitting on the cold hard tile floor. After a while my butt hurts, but I can't sleep and I don't look forward to laying there all night listening to him sleep. At least he's not bitching about how much I'm smoking in the room. It's been a lot.

I'm looking into getting a video camera. Yes Nix, I'm looking dig-8. It must be a certain kind though. I have my reasons.

Something feels different.