So out of it. You know the feeling. Don't you? You wake up one day and you realize you have somehow managed to shut yourself off from most of the outside world for a week or longer. And you're not sure how it happened. And you're not sure if it's such a bad thing. But I feel kind of selfish. Like I shouldn't have shut myself up. And I think it came through a bit too. One of my friends said the last couple of times he's talked to me I sounded annoyed. Now that I think of it, maybe I was. And I didn't have a reason to be, I just was.

But I'm happy in my cozy little shell. It's nice in here. But I kind of miss the outside world a little bit. Just a little bit. Things is, I have to get out of the shell or this magazine is just not going to get done at all. And that is such a bad thing. A very bad thing.

Wonderful, I have single-handedly managed to roll myself up into a little ball of gloom. Jhonen says there are monsters in the phones. I don't like monsters.

My knee is killing me! Madre de dios! I totally screwed it up and I have no idea how. It hurts so much I can't completely straighten it out. I'm walking like Kaiser Soze. Alright enough gloom and doom. It's no fun.