Well, this week has sucked.

Sure, I've had a week off of work but what can I do with a steady stream of Vicodin pumping through my system? Driving is pretty much out of the question (my own car, anyway... I haven't ruled out getting a rental). I'm thinking of putting some of my columns to CD, sort of an Audio Book for a book that has not been published. I've experimented with the "Xanax" speech: re-editing it and reading it like a real graduation speech, adding an arena reverb to it so it sounds like I'm really giving a graduation speech. It sounded pretty cool, but anyone with an opinion please give it to me.

Sign my guestbook. I'm going into a Vicodin induced sleep now. OH! HOLY SHIT! Earthlink, as much as they suck, provides a "visitor counter" for hits to my site by individuals per day. I'm not going to say how many, lest some asshole emails me and says something like "I get more hits than you on my Dungeons & Dragons fan site." However, it's a lot for me, goddammit. Sign the guestbook, let me know who you are. I always thought it was my Mom hitting the "Refresh" key over and over again. Most of you are hitting my site on Mondays. It's good to know that I'm a key part in the lives of those who want to put off starting the work week.

Well, if I can get my head through the door, I'm going to take a nap.

gooch

Stomach pains, went to hospital, had appendix removed, hate life, nine staples in gut, vicodin makes me sick and it's wearing off, read letter I sent to Jam Magazine for update, need to lie down. congratulations John Barr for graduating from Portland State, Eric Philps for having another birthday, Perfect in Plastic for having another show that I managed to miss. Here's the letter:

6/19; 8:20AM: I'm doing okay, I stayed two nights at Providence, which is an honor considering most women who give birth get sent home after one night. Went home monday around noon. Went to Fred Meyer's and used one of those geriatric scooters to get around (I cant walk too well). The fucking thing died in like aisle 7 or something. It's not like you can call AAA and wait for a jump. You've got to sit there and wait like a goofball until someone gets a new scooter for you.

Shit, I delivered an appendix via Cesearian section. I'm in so much pain, I'm not even going to check to see if I spelled "Ceasarian" right. Oh well, the vicodin is obviously having an affect on my writing, hope everyone is doing well, talk to you kids later.