I feel kind if sick to my stomach. I suppose it's because I know I'll be leaving for Sacramento soon, to be shipped off to the great Northern wastes that is Crescent City, but I've also been pondering things. I seem to have a facination and damaged goods and the other day one of the pieces of luggage fell off the trolly. It's unfortunate, I guess... but at least I know it wasn't my fault. He was a cunt that I decided not to tolerate any more; perhaps some people are happy being miserable.

I'll be back either on the 31st or the 1st, not sure which. I'll also be 18 by the time I get back... yayness. The reason I'm leaving is to visit my father and do a gig with him. I'll be practicing a few songs and maybe playing a little guitar for the week I'm gone, which is cool. What's not cool is that Crescent City fucking sucks and I have to be there for a week. I doubt I'll have computer access, as well. I've gotta get ready, see you goons later.

Ugh... still feeling shitty.

-Malignant_Slurpee