WHOMP-WHOMP-WHOMP-WHOMP.

That's what your bass should sound like if you're spinnin' the vinyl of any respectable Hardcore artist. RoughSketch is probably my favorite. Techno aside, today's guest art is provided by Mima, also known as The Charrr, and was titled "Suddenly, Ichirin is a DJ". Thanks, Mima, you really saved me from having to doodle.

I finally have SA:MP patched and I finally mailed the postcards I've been meaning to. Hopefully, I can soon add a third finally and say "I've finally fixed my sleep schedule".

See, yesterday I got a bunch of my vaccinations renewed, and they more or less knocked me onto my pious ass. I ended up going to bed at 9:00 because my massive fever became a massive fever and a splitting headache, and I couldn't stand to look at a screen a moment longer, so I crashed out at a reasonable hour. The only thing I didn't count on was sleeping until 2:00 PM. Hopefully that doesn't keep me from a restful sleep, 'cause I'm going to chalk that up to the vaccine tiring me out, too.

When I slept, I had a weird dream where Tom was eating at some Greasy Spoon Diner called Slingin' Mimi's. If this place exists, I've never eaten there and it. It doesn't seem to be. I check these dream-locations because even though I've never been there, they're sometimes real: I once had a dream about a man named Vincent Hui - I looked him up to find he's a very odd surreal artist, whom I was not familiar with. His name was collared to the neck of some fictional, web-toed animal in a dream of mine. He draws and paints very odd, contorted people, and sometimes, the titles to the pictures they're in really make you think. Others are just funny, like a man lifting an obese child in a green shirt is titled "Lime Picker", the round child being the proverbial lime.

Today's cleaning routine left me not smelling sterile, but like dust. I ended up blowing the filter of the vacuum out with an air-compressor. I left in a coughing fit before the job was finished, returning with a shirt tied around my mouth and my sunglasses to keep it out my eyes. If you'd like to see what I'll look like in the apocalypse, it'll be something like that, only with wearing multiple pairs of clothes maybe carrying some things on my back.

I've resumed talking to a few people I've begun to miss, too: Cirno, Nitori, Tenko, you guys are definitely great. I'll try to join you for something sometime, if you'll have my company.

I guess that's all there is for today. Nothing too eventful.
A new restaurant is opening, soon. I think I'll apply there once the curriculum's up, seeing as I'll be around for a bit longer, try to make a few bucks during my remainder of time in Saint Joseph. Any money is enough to get me closer to the few people the matter enough to visit, and if I visit, perhaps they might let me stay in the vicinity of them when I'm attending college.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.