Holed up

Fortified up in the Pimp Palace with an ethernet jack ported in one arm, and a beer drip in the other.

The vibrations are getting nasty.


*Mad cackle*

- K.

EDIT
It is many hours later...
I've cycled through:
Grosse Point Blank,
The Wedding Singer,
Fear and Loathing in Las Vagas,
and half of The Blues Brothers.

I've managed to only go though 2/3 of a six pack, but the cat is looking at me funny.

It is 1 am,
and after approx. 15 pages of content slinging,
I think the bed in the other room sings my name,
Bellows my name,
screams for it to be paid in blood,
for the nerves that have been awake and running on empty since 7 am are at the breaking point now
I'm on a mission from God

And that is all I have to say
the cat is starting to speak now, using mannerisms befit it's owner.

The land of nod demands my attention in the most intimate way
We're on a mission from god.

- K.