Been listening to this one a lot lately. Not sure why, since I haven't had that happen. I have somehow managed to be the one to end the very few relationships I have been in. And when I say very few, I technically mean 2?

I am cleaning up my looks a little bit. I'm not totally sure why, not 3 weeks ago I was dead set on looking homeless, and now? Now I am cleanly shaved, thinking about what to do with my hair. I have to clean up my teeth a bit, the pipe tobacco has done a number on them. I think in a month or two I can look like a respectable human being again.

The ergometer is coming and that will be good. I can start pulling again and start building up some muscle. I just almost collapsed when mom was down here. She couldn't help me up because physical contact literally kills.

Brent, Jon, and Steve came by earlier which was pretty wicked. They hung out for a while, Jon, Steve & I smoked which brought the smoke cloud down to head level. The thing is, its a more gentlemanly smoke. Two of us smoking pipes, and Steve a home rolled cigaret. Yes its a strong smell, but its not that putrid smell that comes with commercial cigarrets. Its just different. I have discovered I love watching the smoke exit the pipe and disperse almost magically into the air making awesome streaming designs in the air as it goes. I'm trying to figure out how to photograph it.

We just talked. Jon brought a box of parts for his Harley which is quickly approaching fixable. It needed front end work mostly, and a new gastank. It hit a truck at some 10mph. Doesn't sound like much, but motorcycles don't have bumbers, so imagine your steering rack getting hit by a giant sheet of steel really hard.

I have so much more to write, but my whole body is locking up.