I work tomorrow

I am very sleepy, and tearful… I feel like I've just returned from a Blues Brothers' concert. You know, Heaven & Hell started off, in the very beginning, wanting to be a blues band. I had a good time. After the show, as I may my way from the Greek Theatre, I can't think of her name, the British comedianne that I halucinated meeting at the concert. I didn't have VIP tix. I was just seated very close to the stage, that's all.

I see I have not messages (responses) to my entries lately. Well, that's probally b'cuz fluffyblanket is on vacation. Oh well. Have fun!!

I doubt my voice entries will ever be transcribed. I know I won't do it. Garbage. I like my concert tee anyhow, just the same.

I just ate a hot dog from the 7/11 and it was delicious.

I didn't want to get into this blog entry, because you know where it's going to go? It's going to the bare necessities. Prostitution. You don't know unless you ask. But I wasn't really in the mood for fucking after the concert and regardless of how many women I brief conversation with, none of them were prostitutes. Although, if any of them were ladies of the night, I bet they would've had a friend nearby acting as their companion for the night. As it should be, but the whole idea of sex for money turns me off. Mebbe I'm jewish, who's to say?

I do know this, I could've had a complete blast of a time at the Heavan & Hell concert tonight… I still feel like getting laid. That's just the way I am. I also read the latest SLATE cartoons before I left for the show today.

I'm tired and not in the mood; so I guess I'm calling it anight. The hot dog should sit well since I only just had one. I don't have to wake up until 10AM tomorrow (for work) so I'm sure, if I'm up to it, I'll get all gung-ho and walk a mile on the treadmill–ALTHOUGH, you know I must've already walked about 5 to 10 miled today. Son of a bitch. No wonder I'm so tired.

Zzzzzzz