On Hiatus and Muse-Fucking

Last Night, which actually happened 3 nights ago, as I havent slept for 2 days already, a vicious gang of bad ass ne'er-do-well hoopleheads appeared in my dreams. Sir Al of Swearengen, also known as THE MAN, pointed at me and yelled: What's the fucking point of running a fucking blog if you haven't got anythin to say, you dimwit cocksuckah? I woke up all shaking and numb and it wasn't untill 4 A.M. i could sleep again. This time it was another nightmare gracing my tortured mind. A horrid image of a giant man appeared before me,

shouting that IT actually WAS A BLOG and I had to post something. I pissed my pants, obviously. after cleaning my bed off of urine and throwing out pissed pants, I decided not to sleep ever again(I've kept my promise this far) and went to the bathroom. This

is what i saw when I looked in the mirror. I'll try and recite the lines he did say to me:
Yes, A blog! a fucking blog! you post there! who? me? not me, you. you post there, on your blog, on your fucking blog, right now, you go, I fucking stay to watch you're going. what the fuck are you staring at? at ma head? at ma bald head? I tell you mate, if you dont stop looking at me, I'll put you to the ground! yes. what? no. no. I'm not waiting. no fucking waiting, no fucking waiting, no way, no fucking way, no no no no no no no no no. you go there, and post something. on your blog, yes, on you fucking blog. yes yes yes yes yes.

Well. I made my promise. If I break it, Sean Bean and Ving Rhames wont have you as their anal slave when you die. So i just don't want to  ruin your afterlife. I'm that caring, yes. There will be a post coming later, probably about music. Maybe Steve Von Till, maybe Woods of Infinity, i haven't decided yet.