Not quite, but getting there. I much prefer the promise of nocturnal provisions anyway. The fruits of my progressive, laboriousness activities spawned by an emotional holocaust are starting to peak through. Tis a good thing. Also, I think just as much as I always have. I don't block anything out. I delve into scary places, fight off the bad, and come out victorious. And if not with an Animality-level finish, then at least a bit more learned than before. We'll call it an Uppercut Fatality.

I'm at work, my "new job" of which I've had for a good 3-4 months now, and it is a slow night. Yesterday I had more than enough to do simply by visiting the St. Charles branch of the Journal. The users always hit you with multiple technical issues they've been storing away to unleash upon the unsuspecting technical services representative until we make visits to their location for something completely unrelated. It's fine, it's fun, it gives me something to do.

I watched A Nightmare Before Xmas, for the first time since it came out, last night. That was interesting. I remembered it being less PG. Ah vell. I must cut this short, as I have been summoned to write a newsletter update for the upcoming All-Nighter LAN Party at my old place of employment. I needed something to replace the last journal entry. It was necessary at the time, but now serves only as a reminder that, say it with me... Girls Are Fucking Evil. Hmm, that would make a good album title...

-Paul