So I'm in Albert Lea, Minnesota. I don't like it here. Any city that lobbies to get a pork processing plant located at its epicenter has very deep seeded fundamental problems. Especially when it already had a meat processing plant that burned down. I've also deduced that techno music of any kind does not lend well to writing. Dancing, yes. Um....I'm trying to think of other things, but coming up blank. Oh yeah, dancing. It's definately good for dancing. So I'm in Albert Lea, because I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled this friday. I've only got a script for motrin 600, which sucks. I'm hoping to upgrade to tylenol III or vicoden or somesuch. I really can't wait to leave. It doesn't help that I don't smoke weed anymore, or I could get lost in the shitty videogames I rented (Wolverine's Revenge and Metal Dungeon, they're both really really bad, but Wolverine is barely playable. Metal dungeon is not playable for more than 2 minutes, if that.) Wolverine has nearly made me throw controllers though. The minefields in this game are not difficult, not fun, but merely ragingly homosexual. The minefields are so gay. SO GAY. And I only say that they are gay because every time I enter one I get fucked in the ass. Which I guess makes me gay too. I really hope the game I rent once I get my teeth pulled doesn't suck so much. I'm out.