I’d like to thank ~Micah P. for the lovely e-mail he sent, reading mail from people who think with the “Squishy” side of the brain (like I do) always makes me grow a large Kool-aid smile. Thank you also for that wonderful “Yatta” animation posted on your blog, I think “Yatta! Yatta!” will become my new official battle cry, replacing the much over used "BEER DAMMIT!!!". Well, back to work I’ve gotta complete a Flash based interface by Tuesday morning with a partner who is currently MIA. Oh woah is me! I have the much terrible luck of ungood!

P.S. I've posted a temporary webpage up at Yahoo/Geocities. Nothing spectacular yet but there is a nice picture of Ye Olde Doctor for those of you not satisfied with the itty-bitty one on this blog.
You can go ahead and start fallin' in love with me as you find peace in my wistful eyes at www.geocities.com/drdrackenstein try and not get blinded by my utter gloriousness.

Signed,
YATTA! YATTA!

So than, it appears that Ragnarok has finally arrived in the Middle Earth of my dorm room causing my one eyed Odin to cringe away in fear of its icy grip. “It’s the shrinkage effect!” I screamed, channeling George Castanza’s neurotic phantom, when the young virgin asked if it was always that timid. I remember resting my foot on a piece of moist bologna while laying on my ex-girlfriends futon once, then realizing that the bologna needed a good bikini wax and then realizing further that the bologna wasn’t bologna but in fact a portion of my ex’s anatomy that should not have felt nor looked like any form of deli meat (true story by the way, the one about the bologna not the one of Odin. He is most fearless, I must tell you.) And now I wonder why my mind has wandered to the land of shriveled genitals and Nordic myth based euphemisms. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m slowly dieing of hypothermia while indoors on an April evening. Or perhaps it has more to do with the fact that I’ve got only 2 weeks left in the semester and far too much make up work than might be considered socially acceptable. I just stopped to read what I’ve written and have decided to stop writing before I expose my self as some kind of weirdo or something (sheesh! I need sleep)

Signed,
Don’t hate me because I’m Lokiful, HA! HA! HA! Ya get it, Lokiful heh, no wait… that didn’t make any sense, did it?

I’m lost… I have no idea what I should do with my cg final which is due next Tuesday. My room seems to be getting smaller and colder as the days go on… I don’t want to be in here right now. I just want to scream ‘til everything explodes! Times like this make me want to just give up on school on friends on everything. I feel small and alone. On top of all this the A.C. is blasting and I’m freezing in here. I haven’t been able to get decent nights sleep in days because I’m always shivering insanely, no matter how many covers I pile on myself I just can’t seem to get warm. Maybe I’ve died in my sleep and don’t know it. Maybe I’m in hell right now and don’t know it. With my shitty luck I’ll be trapped in this freezing hell forever….

Signed,
Help me, I’m in Hell