Today, Melchoir "Whoops-Upside-Yo-Head" McMillian passed away. At precisely 12:26 PM this afternoon, he breathed his last breath, collapsed onto the road of life, and leaped this mortal coil. We will sorely miss the bastard. It was a good run, my man. *salutes*

Melchoir is the name of my car. -.-

He died, and here I am in Northern Kentucky. Such a breeze it would have been if he had died in Louisville! But OOHH no. Had to cop out whilst I was trying to go back Jen's apartment. Good thing I veered in time, or I might have been nothing but a stain on the street and some chalk outlines. The person towing me was nicer than ever, and he was having a crap week, same as me. Autoshop calls me soon after...engine choked up and closed. T'be cheaper to buy a new car.

Sooooo yeah. Attempt to form a new plan of action: processing slowly. I can't stay up at school for sanity's sake, but I don't think driving home for work and adopted family purposes is an option. It's lookin' dim. I miss the dark of home already.

Aside from the stress of vehicle trouble, that last couple of weeks have been...weird. Some parts good, but mostly bad. Going home seems to relieve alot of the bad, but not really, at the same time. Granted, I'd still take Louisville over NKU anyday, but a lot irks me lately. I don't feel like myself--just some passed-over, villianous, transparent, fluffy thing. One day, I'll get to the bottom of this...

Alright, you heathens--get to bed. I'm the Boogieman.






---MISTER CELLOPHANE--