Sunday Bloody Sunday

I was up all night working on a new project. I've got about two hours of sleep so I'm really tired right now. Not even a power nap will cure this. I promise, if I fall asleep now I will probably sleep all day but I don't have much of a choice. At least I know how it feels to be a zombie, wicked!

I'm back. A few hours of sleep can cure even the most sickest brain. The symptoms of turning into a zombie is gone, for now. I tried to get my homie Bernie to invite me to Rainbow Six 2 but without success. I think he hates me for not giving him entrance to my glory hole. By the way, I've started sketching on some japanese stuff. I wish I was a samurai.

The Unveiling

I get tons of e-mails from people that want to see my new hand tattoo and here it is. Just look at this beautiful piece of artwork. Many thanks to Ed Perdomo! I'd also like to mention that I get internet this friday if the telephone company doesn't fuck me again. To be honest with you, Telia have fucked me so hard over the years that I could fit a 42" plasma tv in my asshole. Quite a neat party trick though.