I've been meaning to blog properly for a while, really I have, but other matters have just taken priority. I got out of my bed tonight, despite the lack of sleep that is plaguing me, because I remembered I had to do something online. Here I am, wide awake. Hell. I'm in imbo, and the only thing I can do is blog, and talk to folks. There aren't many around right now.

I want to be creative. I'm surrounded with the art vibe. Give me a good paintbrush, some paints and I'll give you something to shout about. I'll work for 6 hours and finish that piece dammit. I need to get more depressed and do more work? Something like that. I need to keep a decent level of depression handy to disguise the pain.

Fuck it's after 2 and I'm not in bed. Geezus. I've been caught up trying to compile a bunch of music I want. It's pretty hard to do actually - surrounded by so much yummy stuff, not being able to get it all. Ah well.

Fuck Valentine's Day.
I'm planning a singles lime maybe the Friday after V-day. I forgot to mention that. Ladies, cute fellas, you're invited. Let's say no to vday. It's evil.
Not sure what we'll do. Pig out and some restaurant? Hopefully put out all icky couples period. May they die. Not Jus and them though. Hmph.