"Flee, Mortal! Flee in fear! Cthulhu's comin', the end is near!"

Anyway.... Hey.. Look. I'm not dead. There are squid storming shores, whales beaching themselves, and gelatinous black masses in florida, which cause weather patterns to change course. We're all going to die.

I've moved, temporarily, and am looking for a more permanent fixture. People are still pissing me off. My dreams have been jumbled and convoluted, due to my sleeping on a couch. People....

I need my own place to live. I need a job. i need a drink. i need to go.

Day Dream.