the scars are here to remind me of the past, and what's to come...

Arrrrgh. That;s all I really have to say. Tonight was decent. We'll see afterwards.

After my drought of not working on gettin to Japan, my birth certificate should be coming in the mail imminently. Which is good, and means I can try to start getting back on the ball. We'll see. I really want to be there right now. Hell with college. Besides the fact that you need a college degree. Hum.

Listening to Tom Waits right now; Noah gave me a lot more than I had. Now I feel weird, and my cheeks are burning a bit (which either means they're healing, or the stitches are falling out, or both) and I've been drinking some. Hum.

Bunnyman's being strange. I feel tendrils, and yet I don't. Lost, and have no idea as to what to do. Stasis is good. We shall remail here, perhaps, for now. Aside from the conspicuous lack of human touch.

A little lonely, but not in a people-seeking sort of way. It's 4:30 a.m. I may just see the sun rise.