June 16, 2003: Flipped through the channels for hours, caught a Seinfeld, a Just Shoot me, and later in the night a Beastmaster. God, the guy that plays Dar is so fucking hot. I wrote in the book I was using for an abbreviated journal “You know you’re going crazy when you’re watching BeastMaster at three AM simply because he’s scantily clad, ripped, hot, and you want his cock.” later in the night I added “You know you’re in a fugue state when you start picturing Dar and his “buddy” screwing in every scene. In the middle of the grinding silence of the night, I caught a short film program on Thirteen (New York/New Jersey’s PBS), it had this amazing film called “Why I don’t go to the movies”, written by Paul Karlin. Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it. Then there was this really amusing one called “Invaders”. I felt like masturbating to the memory of Dar. Anyway, I flipped to the “news” after the great short films, and saw this cool program about a National Women’s Football League, it was so cool, that would be sports I would actually go to watch, they don’t get paid or anything, they just go and play because they love the game. After that, I watched the news on mute, and listened to music. I tuned in for a few “human interest”stories and whatnot, but mostly rocked out. In the morning, I ventured into the kitchen, and Grandma was up. We talked for a while, then I retired to my room, where I got tired and fell asleep early in the morning. I woke up late in the day, my mom was bugging me to help install this air conditioner, it was still light out, but Grandma and Grandpa said that we needed to wait until tomorrow. I stayed up all night flipping channels, hella-bored, listened to music for a while, wrote some poetry about the vapid media moguls, drank three diet cokes and had two mugs of tea to stay awake during the day.