Juror, Feline Asphyxiator, Garbage Man

I seem to have taken a mental dump. All of the stress of Grandma, the wedding, my band, school, and work seem to have shit themselves into the dream world because there haven't been any more wanderings through dilapidated group houses; no getting lost on Escher-esque freeways of dread to god-knows-where; no inbred boondocks bumpkins waiting at the side of the dirt road for my car to break down. Only my friends making other people feel less than worthless.

Life is good...