Hello all, yes, this is Valentine's day (with apostraphe, bitches) and I am in a somewhat less inhibited state. I have been drinking shots of Jack alternated with talls of Guinness and Sam's Club lasagna. Who are we kidding, I am fucked up. And loving it for the moment. Who is this, you say? This man who can pour an uninhibited stream of consciousness onto the page with minimal spelling and grammatical errors while his roommate researches the dangers of Percocet and Jack Daniels and Guiness and lasagna while John Butler and his Trio belt out in the background? Well, dear reader, the world is still figuring that out. More to come. Roommate has found out he is good-to-go with 6 325 mg pills and we will be back to attempting a viewing of Hide and Seek because it is on HBO on Demand and we already FUCKING PAY FOR IT!!!!!!