...like a sultan in your onion head hat

Breakfast: Bowl of stale Honey Nut Cheerios and 2% milk.

Music: Pearl Jam, Johnny Cash, The Cure, RHCP, Cake, Temple of the Dog, Andrea Bocelli, Switchfoot, Third Day, Eagles, Led Zepplin.

Cleanliness: unshowered, laundry unfolded, dirty socks kicked off in sleep still at end of bed.

Money spent: none, but had a close call with amazon.com this morning

Goals: Wash self, fold clothes, eat food, walk to parents, deposit money, clear debt with library.

Everbody's gonna party like it's 2006

and then they're going to write about it.

So glad to be up and about again after my little adventura de la espalda. At the tender age of 23 I can now add back problems to my geriatric mixing pot of medical symptoms. Any day now I'll be dicussing the forthcoming weather as predicted by my left knee and eating various forms of mashed food stuffs.

Lately I've been bemoaning the loss of Seifer's (my little geek figurine that marks this territory as mine) glorious gunblade at the teeth of Hellwood. After purusing online for awhile I found one can purchase the aforementioned item ACTUALL SIZE. Hah! Now that's a knife!

Speaking of knives, Bowie's birthday is coming soon. He'll be 59 this year. :) And only one heart attack so far! Doing good old man ;) Considering the Scarface sized pile of cocaine he's snorted. See skinny paranoid example on the right.