Black Cloud Reigning.

Yet another broken endeavor. Boy, I sure know how to pick 'em.

I think I'm going to start recording tomorrow; I need to do something to get out all of this shit in my head. After tonight, it's just getting worse. Cycles cycles cycles...

This is a sign. Of what, I'm not sure. Maybe that's where my life is destined to go? Who knows. Christ I hope not. I'd prefer not to deal with that kind of stuff until the day I die.

This mentality can't be healthy. Then again, nothing in my life really seems to be. Mentally or physically. I really need to get in to shape. At least I've started excercising a little more. Always good to get the heart pumping and what have you.

Tonight was a bust. I should have just gone with original plans and not followed through with this crap. Idiocy...

Tomorrow I'm breaking out and breaking in that motherfucking microphone. My, my, it shall be glorious.

Chaos on the horizion, hurrah.