**i have some observations to make.** first of all any wild bird doesn't want to fly into a nissan altima (into the car, not RAN INTO) and hear "cop killer" by ice-t. not even a crow. also, its third shift, not marijuana that makes a person not dream. i've had dreams for almost a solid week. the weirder the more welcome is the way i see it. when you work third shift you dont dream. your life on a daily basis is a dream. nothing is real. that's all i have to say for right now. i'm working on taking the world over but none of my soldiers showed up so i guess i'm on my own. happy birthday to my mother. one day we'll be as happy as they are together. no stress, nobody to answer to but ourselves. i love you to my ending breathe. my grandfather was diagnosed with prostrate cancer. they caught it early, so things are looking up. i have so much to say but nothing i say matters right now. i need to work and if manpower dont call me tomorrow i'm going to start pulling out what little hair i have left, out. i'm loosing my hair too.