I saw an oboe quartet play "Higher Ground" and then medley into "Green Onions." And then I woke up from my dream and recreated the experience on my keyboard.

I think I might be either Paint or Notepad for Halloween. More people would find Paint amusing, but I think the people who found Notepad heartwarming would be one in a million, but I think I would rather be Paint for some reason.

I only drink beer when it is totally random, so it happens about as often as I relax all the muscles in my face. My face is always scrunched up to some degree while I look at something or someone. I like when my poise degenerates, but it can feel sloppy.

Oh man, it is already midnight.

Last night some kind of really loud burgular or fire alarm kept going off. This thing was blastin', and my neighbor went apeshit. He was really pissed and like hitting the wall and yelling and shit. As I woke up in a daze, I was wondering if he thought I was making the sound.