  It's rainy out and cold and I'm tired. There is nothing to do. I'm addicted to chopsticks and it's one of my better addictions. I miss Chris. I'm cold and tired. I can't remember James phone number but probably wouldn't call him if I did.
I don't feel like interrupting peoples lives at the moment. I feel gross. Last night I took a few Perkisets and everything was just fucking amazing for a while. Then I started to get itchy... Not the greatest but still pretty good. Chris woke me up at 11 this morning and... Yea. Then Steve called me about an hour ago. I'm speaking with John on AIM at the moment but he has nothing interesting to say so, I'm incredibly bored.Like for some reason your suposed to rush to the blinking orange light as soon as you can.
The little bit of mystery is to much and you must find out what was said. Its does suck you into a vortex of AIM curiosity. I can hear the birds on the roof... 
