February 30

The date today is February 30, that one long day that stretches out like the steady slow march toward bad credit, the realization of average-ness, and the development and nourishment of The Fatal Flaw. It is officially Wendsday Febuary 30th, 1980, and I'm ready to give up on culture. I'm looking for a funhouse that's 620 friendly, and other than that other than that other than that.

It's late at night...

... February 29. I'm trying to figure out who will still be open where I can by some Pep-O's.

A Cry For Help

Forget that last entry and listen to this! I'm addicted to Pep-O's. Does anyone know of an good online group help forum where I can discuss this ever increasing problem?

Entering The Tunnel

Everything has turned to shit. I go deeper and deeper into darkness, silence. Did I just forget to put my glasses on? Am I blind? Whatever happened to when people used to have nightlights? I can't find my way to the bathroom. I can't find my shoes. Where are my shoes? Where are my shoes! Dog's got 'em.