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Until I can get my damn internet back from the thief named Paul, I'll be randomly (i.e. never) updating this damn journal. The party on Saturday rocked, or at least I think it did. I don't remember toooo much from it. I do remember there was a shitload of people and that everyone seemed to be having a wonderfully drunken time. I had a great time too, until I got bit on the neck. Twice. For no reason.

I've picked a name for my psychobilly band: The Stuff. It's named after a really cheesy '80s horror movie of the same name. Julio is totally down to do it. I just have to figure out whether I want to play guitar, play bass, sing, or a combination of those. I'm still in search of a willing drummer, but if I can't find one, I'll take an unwilling drummer.

I'm off to Boston in a couple days, so it will be good times and great sex until I'm back. Until then...