I am now the 'webmaster' for Lincoln Online. I guess that makes me feel all inportant and stuff. Not realy, it's just another duity. Be it as it may. Right now I have a shitload of stuff to do for it, but as soon as that's all taken care of, its just deal with it while it trickles in. No biggie.

I got off early tonnite so I don't put in any overtime. Hmm, IN shure hate overtime for some reason. Oh well, 80 hours a check is pleany for me. Heh, too bad I don't get paid for the 'work' I do from home. Hehe!

If you want the pain to burn like a sharp rasp, continue on with your current path. It's a path that will show you all the secrets in life, and the ones after death. Or, you can just end it all now. A sweet, bitter end. The cold blue darkness of a gunshot wound to the head.

Do you know who god is? Is he the all powerfull creater of the earth? Is he the one that caused mankind to exist? Nay! But thier is a god, he's just not as you see him. I am him, you are him. He is a part of everybody, and everything.

Thier are many, many thoughts running around in my head currently, I can't seem to get them to hold still long enough to fully grasp the true ramafcations of all of them. Life is simple, but humans make it more complex than it realy should be. Quite annoying, but it can be dealt with.

Some of them may carry grave conciquences, others are just part of the static. All that static makes it hard to determine what's realy going on. Do you know?

You don't know how much your freedom realy costs you. You are made to suffer, just like the rest of your species. A bad joke of sorts played by some 'god' of sorts.

Hm, the screen on my notebook is not aligned properly. It's off by about .5mm. I'll have to rectify that at a later time. I realy don't feel like ripping it appart in the diner.

And, yes I'm skirting the subject again. I'm going to skirt it the rest of this file, since I realy don't want to talk about this right now. Maby if you catch me in 'real life' (tm). But, then again, maby not. Who knows. All I know for shure is that I'm going to die in about 80 years or so. Hell of a thing to look forward to. Isn't it?

I should take off soon, my grandpa is in town. The least I can do is visit with him a bit more. One more smoke, and fin.

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