Hey, big surprise, it's 3 am and I'm posting. Is this my most fertile time? I should fucking change the name of my blog to merely '3am'. It may be done, who the fuck knows. This writing of mine sucks now. I'm pretty out of my mind (the most tactful way to say my state of mind, upon much thought). Can you guess how I feel now that it's 3am and I'm alone? I'm actually listening to Cypress Hill right now, songs that remind me of many of my friends back home. They fucking latched on to that band like you wouldn't believe. My old friends are much different than me, though I do like Cypress Hill. One of my old friends - John Burns - may be visiting me soon, which is sweet. I've been trying to get him to come forever, since I've been in college really - and I'm looking forward to catching up and having a good time.

Anyways, I guess that's it. I really didn't have anything to say. Most nights I watch South Park off of James' computer and fall asleep, and I suppose tonight will be the same. Goodnight to the sounds of 'Boom Biddy Bye Bye'.