Monday, December 02, 2002

i never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
yeah, so its like 2 in the morning and i have to be at work in a matter of hours. i hate that i do this to myself all the time. i should have gone to bed at 10 ... that would have been smart. i havent blogged much this weekend. if i dont have to sit in front of a computer for work, i dont see much point.

i guess in a sense, the wheels are coming off my wagon, but oh well ... let em. i'll bury my dead in shallow graves and ambush the next group of settlers to wander by. fuck it. i've still got guns and powder and ammunition, who cares if my sheets are white and my conscience is clean. i dont. we've all got dirt under our nails, so its time to take the velvet gloves off these iron fists. you're hitting home runs into empty seats.