(Dizzy head) I was brutally attacked last night. A Black Moth with a wing span of about an inch came flying through my room last night, attempting to tear my head off. I fixed him though. I sprayed him with glue and some horrible body spray. The damn thing struggled for more than 10 minutes. Zooming around my head like a vicious miniature bat. Blood-thirsty he was. Finally I think the glue kicked in, he began giving up, and than I hit him like a moron and lost him. Somewhere in my room, most likely on a pile of clothes, lays a little sticky corpse. (Ugh) Moving on. I haven't spoken to SEB in a long time. Well a few days anyways, but longer than usual. I wonder if she's been mysteriously incarcerated? Hmm. (Standing on one leg) I feel like leaving the country today. Moving down to Mexico and becoming a bartender at some sleazy little bar. Hmm. *Dreams do come true* M's mad, AGAIN. But M's a bitch so this is understandable behavior from her. I need to get out on my own. I wonder if there are any cardboard boxes for rent downtown? I think I'll go for now and bang my head against the wall. *Ride that train, ride it.* Done for now.