Pondering. Feeling better I think. Classical theory would put me somewhere between heaven and hell. I find that sometimes this world feels like heaven and times and at others, like hell. The term purgatory would fit this place quite nicely. I don't think I'm making any sense at the moment. I'm low on Jolt. I like my shop class. I get to play with cars in thar. So far it's been mostly Toyotas and some other ricers in the racks that we've been fixing up. I can't wait to bring in my car and show them what a real engine looks like. None of this fancy 2098253 miles of wiring. Just some plastic, and a lot of metal. I don't care if they can go faster than I, or if they can beat me in the quarter mile. It's just a musclecar. It's not really meant for racing or smoking the local police (although the latter would be nice). It's just thar to be a rumbling mass of iron and madness. It's the intimidation that I like the most I think. Anyway, enough about that. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. I think I should start plotting some rather evil schemes and procede to indoctrinate people into my cult of strangeness. I'm sure they'd have fun. I know I would. Anybody want to join? By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes I think they may be talking about me. But then again, I have always had a rather high sense of self-importance. So this may not be directly speaking of yours truly. I'm going to have to delve deep for my next entry theme. I'm running out of steam and I'm afraid that my powers of imagination are becoming stagnant with so little use. Alas poor dirty thoughts, I knew them well. I shall miss you. :(

Oh yeah, he's a pic or so of my ugly mug. Hope it doesn't scare you too much. That's me and MotherMayhem