The Misadventures of Clyde - Relaxing

I've spent the last week just hanging about, eating half-assed sandwiches (Thanks to Pinky), watching shitty G4 programming and listening to Sex Machineguns, with their creative lyrics about blowing up restaurants and stepping on crotches. Those crazy Japanese.  Back on topic, there were some things left unaddressed the last couple months. Namely the introduction of Pinky to our fine household. She got kicked out of her L.A. condo on the account that she gambled away all her savings, so Inky invited her to stay here. Her presence reminded me of the good old days, which resulted in a relapse, heavy drug and alcohol consumption and my admittance into a New Jersey rehab (This would be my 14th, I'm catching up to Dave Mustaine!)

"Gotta practice regularly. Need to be the next Herman Li!"

Anyways, today isn't really any different from my other post-rehab moping, I've been taking up guitar, hoping to start a Speed Metal band and play at Sneaky Dee's downtown. I need the money and this seems like fun, relapse-inducing way to get it. I'll play rhythm and recruit a few other members on CraigsList! I'm a genius.

"There can't be robots in Victorian London! This is fucking stupid!"

The other guys are doing alright, Inky has dabbled in the sale of blank cassettes, you'd be surprised how many people want outdated pieces of shit. Pinky on the other hand, has taken up reading my massive collection of novels, most of which are of the Epic Fantasy variety. She can't seem to wrap her head around the intricacies of Fantasy, especially Steampunk. Considering that we're all fictional characters, I find this to be slightly ironic.

Oh well, I'm going to attempt to be happy the next few days, you'll find out if anything interesting happens to me this week on Thursday when I write next. Cheers!

- Clyde.