That about sums it up. Come back in about 8 years, I'll have a novel written down here or something, I swear. This journal sure is going places fast... Had some weird dreams last night about me and my teammates on the SWAT team trying to take down a serial killer and being in a parking lot trying to explain why I'm mystified by large abandoned structures. I think I failed on both counts, the SWAT team one mostly because our strategy relied mainly on taking advantage of his racial prejudice. We knew he was a black supremacist, so we were going to get some huge speakers and blast the building he was in with the Blues Brothers in the hopes that he would go into a fit of rage after hearing white people "Usurp" a genre which was originally created by a predominantly black population. That isn't how it happened. Also, we couldn't find the CD.