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12:58 AM -- 2004-02-29
Its a mad, mad mad world.

I have terrible news. It seems my cat has got it out for me.. either that or he hates my scribblings here. Tonite I found he made a stand by emptying his gullet onto the computer chair. Believe me, I get the point, Bullseye. Sick bastard had to make my chair a casualty from his vomit. Terrible.

On my list of items to buy whenever I come across some cash is a mandolin. I really think I can do some revolutionizing via the musicale. Traveling minstrel I'll be, cousins.

Its about time I climb out of this insufferable hell-cubby. The only thing I've learned in the past two months is that the system is set up to force us to spend money on stupid things like apartments and electricity... leaving the important necessities like drugs and booze to take a unjustified backseat. This, my friends, is the one of the many travesties in life.

I remember a time last year where I lived in self-imposed isolationism... locked myself in the apartment for 2 weeks just to get some fucking peace. It was then when I really learned what cabin fever was all about. With a healthy supply of rum and marijuana, I set out on a journey that in my eyes, almost claimed my life. Within my chamber, I realized things that in the company of others I wouldn't even have scraped. I even turned off the internet, and since my tv had been heisted by the apartment nazis downstairs, I was left to my own devices completely. Any normal person would keep themselves sane by reading books and things they neglect by day to day errands... however, I scribbled in a notepad with insane ramblings of a world outside my door going terribly arye.

By day 12, I knew I was showing the signs of insanity... waking up the morning later to find cryptic messages of anarchy in a bowl of easy mac spilled onto the dinnertable. When it was all over, murals of Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, smudged on my walls with bong resin, and a week-long case of lazy eye was all that was left of my world.

That was an interesting adventure nonetheless... try isolationism at home... it'll be good for ya.

You haven't met yourself until you become your own unescapable best friend and enemy for at least a week.

The Ninja, is signing off...

Sa Da Tay!