Shake hands with the Devil.

[stabkillrepeat]

Up and out by 8:30. Class from 10-1. Out by 11. Unbelievable traffic on the way home put me in a bad mood. An hour later I'm home and decide to venture to Okazia(sp) to cheer myself up. Get there and realize I forgot my wallet. Chug along back home. Thought it would be a good idea to call some people up and attempt to go to lunch or do something. Anything to get out. Ultimately fail after a few attempts. Watch this neat, short doc on some programmers. Such innocent creatures. Inspirational. Played guitars in various locations for hours on end. 12.7 hours later I sit here. Wishful thinking. Maybe it's that cell phone thing. I doubt it. A piece of technology shouldn't define a friendship. Or am I wrong? I'm tired of having to being proactive.

On a positive note, my mullet is slowly coming in.

Oh shit, I forgot pictures.