5:32 AM - keeping up with things cold sucks!

trying (as ever) to be simi-consistent; so i have some sort of semblance of chronology. keeping my hours and years in order. its tough. i have a constant feeling of cascading days and of treading water with my tasks.
i’m here today, dear persons of a pixelated nature, but i can’t for the life of me remember what i wanted to tell you guys.
well, there was the other day when i was sitting on the couch in my pajamas engaged in activities either illegal or immoral, i can’t remember which, when i suddenly found out, unbeknowst to me, i was having a dinner party. i had to go from unshowered house-rat to Martha Stewart in less than 60 seconds. but that’s not all that interesting, in the long run.
then there’s the fact that i just souped-up (i’ve never had to spell “souped” before) my computer (external hard drive, ? wacom tablet ? , and new usb ports.) but you see my computer to begin with was the electronic equivalent of an etch-a-sketch. now its an etch-a-sketch with a lot of storage space.
but then, no one wants to hear about my new found downloading addiction. like i needed a new reason to sit at the computer for marathon stretches, all blood-shot eyes and B.O. Seriously, dude: if i’m stealing music from you, the LEAST you can do is label it correctly! oh…….i meant LEGALLY PURCHASING MUSIC….from….uh…..nuns! bad, bad type-y fingers!
and its cool and all, but all those MP3 blogs update more often than 13 girls post quizzes about how they’re going to marry Leonardo DiCaprio. i’d have to quit my job, to listen to it all. and if it weren’t for that whole pesky “eviction” noise that my landlord spits at me every time i go a lousy three or four months without paying him, i would.
oh, yeah, i recently got this rad parcel filled with dorkboycomics wonderfulness and crisp Canadian air. i bet you didn’t know this, but Canada has really stylish metered mail stamps. so if you ever get the opportunity to receive Canadian mail, i’d highly recommend it. see, i won this contest, but i secretly think that it was only because dorkboycomics felt sorry for me, being a product of the inferior U.S. public school system where they don’t properly teach you to spell the ends of words. (we REALLY excel at the prefixes, though! USA! USA!) Truthfully, i do have the spelling skills of a surly fourth-grader, and it just gets worse toward the angry end of dawn. anyhow, thanks bunches, damian!

i wish i could remember what it was i was originally going to tell you guys. i can’t say exactly what it was, but i seem to remember it being something like the most incredible, steaming-hot slice of awesomeness ever wrote about or something. its a shame. you guys are really missing out.