High on high-fructose, listening to Three Dog Night and doing late night graphic design work on a semi-pornographic DVD packaging project. Some might deem it erotica, but to the uninitiated it is very slappy and spanky and S&M-y. I deem it somewhat absurd and chortle-inducing. Whilst editing ass on my screen, I wonder if this is where I had hoped to be in this point in my career and then I dump a paper cup of milk over my head and remind myself of the autonomy that I have earned by working a series of crap jobs and snatching up the clientele like a giant ball of velcro. Questionable? Nah. Unethical? Not! Odd how it all works out? Indeed! Speaking of ethics, my MP3 collection, group mostly in full album discographies by artist, is climbing into the ranks of the high four digits. How do I sleep at night? By staying up as late as I can until I pass out in a black hole of hibernation. I don't remember my dreams much these days unless they are questionably disturbing in content. My favorite record right now is by Mastodon, titled Leviathan. It is very prog-like but more thrashy than Slayer. I usually start on this type of music after lunch, when caffeine has been ingested and food has entered my gaping maw. Mornings i prefer Howard Stern, especially when he talks like the Kingfish and makes fart jokes.