Never even mind bothering yourself wondering what I'm doing here on this planet. I'm on a mission for the Keys of Time. Me and my lovely assistant, Romana. Isn't she breath taking? And don't fuck with my scarf. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. A really, really long scarf. And my dog will shoot you in the fucking head. I totally fucking blew it. It's my expertise. I'm sure I've already explained all this to you. It's the only thing I've ever been good at. Self defeating shit. My neighbor took up the annoying habit of banging on the wall for no reason, so I started doing it back, and last night, I was really drunk and I was banging on the wall, and I didn't realize how hard I was banging until I knocked a hole through the wall, and I could see his wall through that hole. I think if I was really determined enough, I could probably tear the whole wall down with my bare hands. I have no plans to do that. Don't tell my landlady. So, anyways today, I'm so fucking hungover. I'm shaking like a leaf. And I noticed that people can look into my place underneath the crack in the door. I'm all black and blue. Apparently, I was "divebombing" people when Weekend Warrior was playing. Now, I'm in a world of pain just when I was recovering from my bruised rib. I could hear her voice calling me, but I couldn't move. Every time I turn around, I'm blowing it. It's the history of my life. Five books, maybe six, and then, I'm going to officially blow it for the last time. So, never mind Sex and the City. Well no. We're still forming that band. And, it's going to be all scuz bags. All guys, scuzzy ass guys. But, we're going to have an all girl band that always plays with us. They're going to be called Desperate Housewives. I'm not sure if anybody's getting my sense of humor on this one. Maybe I'm the only person I'm amusing. So, everybody I work with is convinced I'm on drugs. They ask me what drugs I do. I tell them nothing. They stare at the hearts, and shake their head. One of my favorite black metal bands, Leviathan. It's probably the most depressing music on the face of the planet. It's just one guy. His girlfriend commited suicide, and you're probably going to think I'm a shitty person, but it makes me laugh and smile whenever I hear about that because that's probably what he intended. She was such a sweet girl. Every note he played, he did it all to impress her. He wanted to impress her. He was doing it all for her. And she knew it. It went into her, and she did it all back to impress him, but she's not around to reap the rewards. I hope he appreciates it at least. I'm just imagining all this of course. It's the story I like to create in my own head. If he read this, I don't think he would like it.  I probably blew another few dozen times just posting this fucking bulletin. Oh, fucking well. I think somebody was punching me in the head. I took an STD check recently. It turned out negative. That's a good thing, right? It doesn't sound good. Why do they call it negative? I think they should call it positive. That would make more sense to me. The doctor literally called me himself. Every once in a while, I pick up my phone as a prank just that I'm answering it. It was him. He was like, "Well Francisco, all of our test results came out good. The only problem is your liver. You got high results on that one." That's a good thing, right? Or so one would think. I scored high in that category. Isn't that what one would go for? So it might seem. Well, not so much. "So, try cutting down on the drinking, and come back in and take some more tests, and we'll see if you improve at all." So, believe it or not, I cut down on my drinking, and it's the most dismal, dreary, depressing thing. I savor it. I get into it. You know, the majority of the population of the entire world does it. Why can't I? I can do anything I set my mind to. No matter how unpleasant it is. I'm not a child anymore Blowing it some more. Blowing it is king. Babblemouth on the keyboard. Let your neurosis shine like a beacon of hate. I don't even know what the word beacon means. It just seemed like a nice word to use.