Well, my dumb ass went the whole day with my contact lenses in the wrong eyes. Fuck that shit. I couldn’t switch them around while I was at work, so I just suffered through it. I worked on my comics a little. I have two storyboards going. I just need to perfect the sketches and the dialogue.
I think I freaked TK out by the erotic e-mail I wrote him. I reiterated the tame version to you. He didn’t e-mail me back. Dammit. I was hoping for some masturbation material before I went to sleep tonight. But whatever. Looks like I’m going to eat a can of chunky beef stew and rice and call it a night…

OH! RL came into my job today. RL is this design engineer for Toyota who asked me out awhile ago and I used to have a thing for him. We talked for a long time. He’s really cool. He collects motorcycles and plays in a band. We talked about the movie One Hour Photo. He liked it more than I did, but I admitted I liked the dream sequence where the blood starts gushing from his eyes. I told him I liked the color scheme and the contrast of the crimson blood squirting in the white atmosphere. He asked me if I watched it on DVD or VHS and I said I saw it in the theater, and he thought it was cool that I noticed the color schemes because it was something they talked about in the director commentary of the DVD. He’s a really cool guy. RL, RL, RL. He mods his bikes. I wonder what his looks like…

Also at work, I tortured myself by watching swimfan. It literally made me wish I was rearranging my files instead. Sometimes I like to torture myself by watching really bad movies. If you like to do this, here are some suggestions: The Prodigy, Dungeons & Dragons, Riding in Cars With Boys, and Maid in Manhattan. After that, you will be bald from ripping your hair from your head. A pure S&M dream.