Sick, sleepless, and blurry

Pub-cackles and sports television remind me of the world I still don't reside in. 2007 treated me damn well-- I started the new year loaded, in every sense of the word. I still love my family and hate my enemies, more than ever.


Head O' Snare

I finally got to see "Bride Of Chucky" and laughed my ass off. In the meantime, I continue to get fatter on a strict regiment of bad habits. Part of the Catholic punishment/forgiveness idea is that you constantly have to redeem yourself. This was instilled in me at a young age. So I've been paying for comfort food by carrying heavy boxes down flights of stairs. In the end, who really gives a bleep?