mmm. it's almost 10 in the morning on the third day of the new year...wait...second day. it feels quite strange, really. it's the second day, but i've already broken a resolution. well, frankly, the only one i made. food is good at the gomes house. it runs free-flowing and a-plenty. so does alcohol, but that's a different story. i came home at about 5-ish...not bad, seeing how this is almost 5 hours later. i have no sleep. i guess that in certain terms, i still can push my body beyond its definite limits. i don't know what the repercussions of my sleep deprivation are going to be later in life, but...alas...this is the price that i have to pay. anyway, the food was good. i went for 3 rounds, each additonal round of food gathering having substantially less food than the round before it. my dreamcast was sorta the party attraction...some people from church were there and...well...we sort of bonded over super puzzle fighter.

immaculate.

mmm. [sic] is indeed back. we have a band...again. which is all fun and good, except that i've discovered that [sic] isn't meant to be all fun and good...[sic] is still very much the product of paolo and we basically serve his musical interests as opposed to our own. then again, in paolo we trust, yea? anyway, one day we can take legal action against our dear mr. gomes and demote to the role of "guitar player" as opposed to "dictator". i know it sounds lame and all, but...really.

i'm too good and warm and fuzzy and nice for my own being. yes, indeed.

i can't remember why i posted this in the first place, now.