Another night of feeling mentally out to lunch…

I can barely write, so this will be another Fishy stream of consciousness. I’m an idiot and had three piercings reopened while I got my Harley Quinn tat filled in. Nina was taking a sandwich break, so I started bullshitting with Clay. I’m not sure how it happened, but he ended up popping in a few insertion pins for me while she ate. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but nay: something about the process dropped my pain threshold to zero, and the next three hours were agony.

Funny. I ended up taking a 6 hour lunch break from work. Laff.

I feel like I got hit by a bus.

More rambling:

At this point, I don’t give a fuck who wins the election tomorrow. I think they’re all pigs, I don’t support ANY of the candidates, and the whole fucking recall is such a disgusting joke and a mockery of the democratic political system… I’m sickened.

I’m also sick of the Golden Dawn newsgroups I belong to. Nothing but politics, infighting and shit-slinging. This, on top of the usual arguments about pointless minutae. It’s enough to make me want to hang up my nemyss in shame.

Hockey season is starting. Life is good.

Antonin Artaud has oddly inspirational lately. Does that sound pompous?

Too many conversations about cocaine today. Made me feel all sketchy. Or that may have been the chais I chugged while in the parlour.

I reread the City of Dreadful Night this evening. I think I need some quiet time.

Going to take my Lobo comics and go to bed now.