[Useless]

Looks rather blah outside of my cell window, but the weather man reports that we'll reach 77 today. I hope he's right. This current cold and wet weather puts me in foul mood. (More foul than usual)

I'm hoping today is a short work day with my gay painter neighbors. I'm frigging tired. I finally went to sleep at a respectable hour last night and was awoken by some cock revving his engine in front of the neighbors house. Gee willickers.