I am slowly but surely moving into the 21st century. I signed up that fancy-pants instant message shit so email me if you want my name on there.

Last night - barflys, poker, drug hunt(unsuccessful), karaoke @ beerland, dizziness

I can't wait to get back to the mind-numbing repetition of work. I need money. And a structured day. And money. I have about three weeks left before the iron gates and armed guards of the united states department of treasury has its way with me once again.