If I ever find the bastard who took the feline spine I hid under a hedge before I could reclaim it on my way back from my summer job, is in for a murder. Oh, well.

On the bright side, I was out on Friday, and found myself a nice, relatively new watch. I've not had one of those in years, though, so it still feels uncomfortable and heavy. I'll adapt, I guess. Oh, and on the same day I found that watch, my WoW account got hacked. You gain some, you loose some.

Artistically, I seem to have slumped into a void. Not done anything in my sketchbook since my last update, and I seriously need to do something about that. I might stay up a while sometime soon, and draw some stuff.

AND JACKSON IS DEAD! The news simultaneously sent spasms of joy and sadness through me. Joy, because the fuck is no longer capable of carrying out his planned comeback, and sadness because I'll hear tributes and shit around every corner. Also, now that Jackson is dead, someone else needs to step in and do all the crazy shit he did. If not, the world will surely implode from lack of retarded eccentrics.

Also: Summer.
My most hated enemy. Heat kills. Heat is hostile. Heat is not good. Heat makes my appetite drop to ridiculously low levels, and make people worry about my health. UNWANTED ATTENTION IS UNWANTED. And this summer, I was also blackmailed into getting a job. A terrible job at a grocery store. I have to spend many hours many days for many weeks doing many jobs for many bloody ungrateful people. I also have to pretend to be happy and "inspiring" many times a day. But, at least it pays.