damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

yes, it hurts. the line at fine fair got the best of me. i just wish i would have been conscious to see their reactions as i smacked in a dead fall to the ground. the people at the ER were nice, but they might have thought i was a drunk. oh well.

this was my second day at home all day, and i'm ridiculously bored. at least i know what i won't be doing all day when i'm not working.

oh, the irony of the below. i'm almost free. and onto the next. i'm not worried about getting into music. it's going to be all about making the right contacts at the right time. for now, i'm just looking to some free time so i can read and actually go to the gym again and maybe call people back before midnight. sounds good. but first, i'd like to get rid of this little shiner...