I don't have small testicles Doctor. It is just that my penis is really large.

Good morning. Somedays I wish I could obliterate the process of going from asleep to awake. Don't get me wrong. There are times I quite enjoy that fuzzy non-responsive prick I can be in the morning. But you know when shit just has to be done and it can't wait for you to clear your head and be mentally prepared for what you have to do? That is when I want to be able to forego the transition stage. So yesterday was my first day off in a while. True day off. For many months my time has been spent either working or going to Toronto to party hard, which inevitably of course does not end up being a break. I generally come back from my day off more tired then I left. But yesterday was the first time in a long time I had the opportunity to just relax. My Grandmother was gone so I had the house to myself so I could blast my metal as much as I wanted. My friend told me about this band Aeon the other day. They are absolutely incredible. Catchy chopping riffs.

Quick fingered licks, and odd timed beats. They are very talented. But what is funny about them is their love for Satan. They are so pretentiously Black Metal. They are everything you would assume about a metal head. See I adore metal. But I am not everything you would assume about a metal head. For one thing. I think always wearing all black is lame. I think makeup would ruin my complexion. I don't believe Satan exists. I think cutting myself is stupid. But, I do have long hair. But anyways, this band throughout the album chant "666" a lot. They also sing a lot about re-crucifying Jesus if he came back. They also sing about Satan being their father and their bride. But I reccomend you check them out unless you are one of those weak-soulled people who think that kind of shit is to "weird". I personally don't find it anymore stupid then believing in God. I figure believing in Satan or God runs along the same lines of ignorance. Anyways, I also spent a lot of time in the park yesterday just relaxing.

Drank some wine. Petted some nice little pooches. Went and met up with my friend Chiaki when she was done work. We went and grabbed coffee and lunch. I refused to even blog yesterday. I decided to drop everything I usually do and just completely relax. It was lovely. I feel incredibly refreshed. After realizing what one day to myself can do for my energy levels, I am going to try and do it once every couple months or so. Recharge my batteries. Becase the last little while as you all know I felt like I was beginning to really burn out between work and personal shit. Now there are still some personal things to deal with. But I am more apathetic about it now and not as worried. Or quite frankly, don't really care anymore. Things will work themselves out if people aren't complete douche bags. But I never trust a Christian to not not be a fuckin' asshole. Anaheim got fucked by Detroit last night 5-0. I went to bed once it was 4-0. Decided sleep was more important then watching a slaughter-house.

I think I dreamt last night. But I am not positive. I just have that feeling of some sort of memory seeping away that feels like a post-dream state. But I can't grasp even bits or pieces of it and it frusterates me. I have this little voice recorder by my bed. Just in case I do wake up and right when I wake up I have some memory of my dreams. When that happens I will record what I know and then dictate it onto my blog. I wouldn't mind having copies of my dreams somewhere. It mine as well be here. I am pretty excited about going camping up North. Jimmy, Will, and Nicole are coming with me. Just right there is a good crew. But I also am going to see lots of people I haven't seen in a while. I am excited about Lesley meeting Jimmy and Nicole. She is as well. I told her she won't be disappointed. Which is true. She won't be. I haven't gone campnig in a very long time. I don't think I went at all last summer. But the summer before I spent like the first three weeks of it camping in the rocks with Morgan. That was when we had first started dating. Other people came and went and partied with us. But we stayed sleeping up there. It was pretty awesome. I wish I had the freedom to go camp for a few weeks. But alas. Social molding has got the best of me. That or social responsibility. I am not sure which to call it yet. But in the end. I know just one thing. All of this. Everything you hate and despise. I guarantee you, it is all your fault. Cheers!