So last night I watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not the new one but the original from the 70's. For a movie with such cheap special effects (if you could call them that), it's still a pretty scary movie. There's this part when Leatherface is chasing one of the girls around in his house, and he grabs her and throws her up on these meat hooks dangling from the ceiling. Then Leatherface goes and starts cutting up her friend right in front her. Classic.

Last night I had some crazy dreams. It was crazy. Rice burners, hookers, elementary school kids, and grocery store mayhem. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. In my dream, I see my manager. And then he starts talking mess to me. I was about to lay the Smackdown on him, but for some reason I didn't. I dunno, I really wanna punch him. In real life.

I think I might need some counseling. Or a punching bag.