This weekend, I was a wee bit down in the dumps.

The days off went way too fast, but I guess I shouldn't have slept at all. Time flies when I'm unconscious for 46 hours.

I went to my local Library and picked up some Books on CD just for fun. One was Po Bronson's What Should I do With My Life? The other was Gene Simmon's Kiss and Makeup. It should be a great weekend right?

I guess there was a scratch on the Po Bronson CD and I hadn't even made it 5 minutes into the CD before I nodded off, but was awoken by some demonic voice saying, "What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?" because the disc was skipping!!!

I nearly shit my sheets! I was scared!

Then, since it was 3PM, I thought I should get up and get some sushi at my new fav place, Japanese Kitchen. I ordered a plate called, "The Godzilla."

I've had it before and love it!

However, the Wasabi looked to me rather demonic and oddly enough, somewhat like the head of Godzilla himself!

I had to take the picture! The girl that had scooped it out for me saw it an ran away in fear. The help in the kitchen just tossed the whole plate away instead of washing it.

Demon Haunted Sundays, man...