To hell with the Devil
I'm wiped out. I spent all week working on this house in Vero Beach. Who knew drywalling was so tiring? We busted ass to try to get as much done as possible but I woke up today with a swolen hand. You'd think after years of constant masturbation my hand would be conditioned to such strenuous conditions... Anyway, I can almost make a fist now so I guess it isn't so bad. Um, so... The Pope died. So did Johnnie Cochran and that Schiavo lady. None of them really mean anything to me tho. I mean, this Pope was a bit more progressive than all his predecessors which is a good start, I guess. Johnnie Cochran was a damn good lawyer, and I guess basically Shiavo died 15 years ago, only now it's official. Maybe I'm just too tired to feel anything other than that "I need a beer" feeling. And I'm out of weed. And on the way back home we listened to Stryper so I'm feeling fucking weird tonight. Eh... fuck it. I'm going to sleep.