At that point of the weekend where it's like the second to last bite of an ice cream cone...

Sunday night, nine pm. What the fuck.

So I've had a head cold for about a week because (I think) I drank myself retarded at the last Nine Inch Nails show about a week and a half ago. It's also mercury retrograde which, if you believe that shit, means your life will be fucked up for a lil while.

So we're here, at that dysfunctional point in the weekend where it's almost over but at the same time, there's a couple hours left where you can try to enjoy the rest of your freedom before you have to find your pillow, hit a remote and be a robot for five days. I try really hard to fight that last part.

I have to work harder on my personal goals in regards to enjoying myself more. But I also need to put the pen to the paper as I start new venture 2.5 out. So far so good, yes, it's vague. It's better than nothing tho.