Two Thousand & Nine

The time is about four in the morning. I'm sitting in my chair watching Project Runway Season IV. It's about time for me to write a new blog entry and this is the position I'm in: Legs upright on the coffee table, leaning back on my recliner, relying on my WiFi (that I'm stealing) to pull through and not drop out of connection.

This summer has been quite the experience. People come in and out of this house telling me the vibe I have brought into the house is great. It makes me wonder what type of work I will produce in this house. I'm not really sure how the words should be typed out but I'm relying on my memory (of what I can even remember) of the events of this summer. Two thousand and nine. That's it. From the beginning of this summer until now I've watched more movies than one should, drank, smoked, and snorted more than one should. I have eaten more than one should.

I've had a drug dealer, a drunk, and a robber casted away in my house for periods on ends and haven't had a problem with it. I think my morals have been shifted by the ora of this house. I'll finish this later. My brain is shot right now.