"Kage, have you been at the glittering dust again?".

Today made me wonder. If Glittering Dust was real...would it have narcotic effects similar to that of cocaine? Because honestly, a trip into the Underworld yielded more than six piles of Glittering Dust. The funny thing? People BUY it off you for high prices. I'm not sure if that was jest, input from a developer, but that certainly seems peculiar.

Anyhow. I honestly felt unnerved, raw and tipsy today. Especially when I woke up at 3 PM in the afternoon. One would think that I would feel rested. Instead, I emerged half-drunk. Not a good sign. Because for the next few hours, I turned into a wife-beat...well, if I had a wife. An insane, immoral non-sense making human flesh monster. Then I toned down, when - GASP! a friend wanted to drag me off to a Halo/drinking party tommorow. What'll happen? We can only wait and see. Unless I refuse to go and hide here, behind my faithful computer.

On another note, oh gods. September, how can it be? This is YOUR doing. YOURS. Yes, you. I blame it on you. All your fault. I refuse to return to a hellhole of education. Bzah, and I still require DVD-R disks to transfer files over from my old computer. Yeah, that includes documents, pictures and pr0n...I mean Pong. Pong, the original game. That's right. Pong. Anyhow, wow, it's what...2:47 AM? Interesting how I always write entries this late. I suppose its a habit. Regardless, here's a little something for your amusement. If you stop watching Disney, it isn't my fault.