I've missed you, MySpace. My life has been incomplete ever since my nine-to-fiver, that thing I do where I sit inside of three grey walls for less expensive health benefits, blocked all of its employees' MySpace access. Damn you, SurfControl! Curse your dark soul! I do not blame the company for doing that, though.

I do have wonderful internet access at home, but I cannot stand the thought of sitting at a computer when I get home, after sitting at a computer all blessed day, every day.

I spent the summer making some wonderful new friends and contacts. I recorded a song that I wrote for the end credits of a film called, "Ghost Image." I played many a gig as Valerie Girl. I updated my bathroom. I met a great new guy. I also, unfortunately, have come down with some mysterious illness that just wears me down. I fought fatigue and various infections all summer long, but the fatigue is getting worse and I have a little fever to go along with it, now. I am so exhausted come Sunday, after playing Friday and Saturday night, that I pretty much stay in bed all Sunday long. Even small activities like cleaning and working out get me down.

I finally detatched my penis, though, and went to my doctor today. Hopefully, it is all just a nasty little bacterial bug that wants to hang on, and my Z-pack will destroy the bugger, once and for all.

I have to feel better--I have a lot I want to do and being bed-ridden half of the day is no way to live, well, for most anyway. Hey, there's fun for some....