blogging at work again

no internet at home. locke figured out i was stealing it, so they turned it off. i've been doing acoustic guitar and vocal songs with the h2, trying to get them all done while drinking massive booze. pgc is a hell of inventory, so nothing's really going right. arkron even told me he doesn't want to make any progress at playing guitar. listen to fake-satan from norway, work in real hell, try to make music alone, drink like a fish. strange living conditions = going crazier.