Work starts tonight at Lucifer's.

I get to play Shi.

...And drink vodka when I get home.

{The microphone clicks on, and starts recording. There is a short rustle, and then the sound of Shi being played fills the speakers. A slow, drawn-out melody is played for quite some time -- extending near ten minutes before the mic clicks off.}

...I have Shi back.

Oh, my beloved Shi...He's okay, too. No scratches, or anything...

Thank you Gods.

Maybe you're not as bad as the ones back home.

Time to go play music.

Found a small, semi-dilapidated flat to hole in for the night.

's not so bad...

Reminds me of home. heh. heh.

Just needs a crappy couch, coffee table, and kitchen stocked with vodka, and it'll be grand.

...heh.

Still cold.

Still craptastic.

I demand cigarettes and vodka. And...make-up.

My foundation is starting to wear off.

I also demand my guitar.

But apparently I can't get any of these things until I have a job, so. Back to wandering aimlessly.

Heh.

PS: It apparently rains craptastic food here. Good thing I'm not much a fan of eating.