I was tired all day. Thats because mI played My game all night, most likely repeating that feat tonight as well. Nothing else better to do. I have no life, other than work, and My computer. Im watching Tv and Im grateful I never took that security job over in Quatar. There are more deaths there now than before the war and during the war. Fuck that, a 9mm against bombs and AK47's spells short life span, and as miserable as I am, living outwieghs dead by camel jocky anyday.

I miss her more.

I found a nift program which allows me to write in Elvish cursive like on the ring in the J.R.R Tolkien novels. its such a beautiful script......and I think I will write poems, translate them to the elvish, and have them tattooed on My forearms instead of some boring tribal design. Some nice borders, flourishes.....and Im all set. The challenge then will be to see if anyone will able to read it when its done. Im also sure chants of "freak" will be heard.....fuck off ..... least Im creative.

And My new CD's rock.....so thats good.