Ain't it funny how the brain works.

How we build our own little universes. I look around the room and see a mess of wires and noise-making devices. How did I get here?

I don't even look at myself when I shave, really. I just look close enough to not cut myself. I looked at myself closely a couple of weeks ago. That should last me about a year.

My physical appearance does not match up to my mental appearance. Is it just me, or is this going around?

I suppose I just have to accept it. Accept myself.

However, there are some things that I am eventually gonna have to NOT accept:

24 hour days
7 day weeks
8 hour work days
40 hour work weeks
Chicken.

OK, the chicken thing is a ruse.

My dog reminds me on a daily basis that life isn't supposed to be organized, scheduled, rigid. I don't like it, but I need the cash.

Insomnia. Can't fucking sleep, in case you don't know what that's about.

The brain works in mysterious ways. Sometimes, I wish that the brain would just shut the hell up.

Of course, the brain just laughs. It says, "Tastes like chicken."

Fucking brain.

I'd throw some beer on it, but it would just fan the flames.

I will say that it is quiet at this hour. I like it.

My dog likes it.

Screw the rest of you, things are OK here.