So the other day I was fucking your mom, and she screamed out your name.. It was kind of creepy.

A general update on my physical and psychological wellbeing goes thusly :

I've started to let the workdays roll over me like a bad undertow that will let up eventually, allowing me to surface for air before being pulled under again. Who cares if the managers know how to run the shift, or if we are busy or not? I'm here for the paycheck, thank-you-drive-through.

People have been telling me that I have lost an incredible amount of weight. This makes me giggle and titter to myself because I've been eating fast food pretty exclusively for about 9 months now. Less beer maybe? Tapeworm?.. All possibilities.

I'm moving very soon. It's both exciting and scary, as those things probably always are.

Funny, but I can't really remember the last time I was afraid of some big change. Perhaps when Crystal moved in.

OH! And my grandmother has said that she will help me pay for a car. A "newer" car... Perhaps even a "NEW" car?! Who knows, but I am VERY excited. I am the Great and Powerful LORD of crappy cars, and I am hoping she can dethrone me from that.

Alright, ramble ramble ramble.. Goodnight, John.