December 10th, 2001


Almost Turkey Jerky

Madd's Log, Maddate 011210.18E:
     So, JOHD, old friend.  Haha, what are you doing old friend?  I am extending my time to talk to you.  Talking to you is a good thing, because, you know... so what is it like, being my friend?  Feeling an urge to rely on me at times.  I would imagine that I would be a very unique friend, but, I honestly do not know.  I mean, how could I?  You know, I think I figured out a way to straighten things out in my life.  However, it will take composing Maddian law.  It must go from mind to paper... or... 0's and 1's, that also works.  Whatever way... because as long as I can figure it out... that is all that matters.  You know, figuting it out.  I can do it, really I can.  So... what is it like, JOHD?  You speak a lot about a lot of people.  You are very opinionated... always speak your mind, so, I ask you to do so for me.  Tell me... because no one else would stair me straight in to the face and tell me what they really see.  I am curious, what I would see, if I looked into myself as if I came up on the street and saw me and talked to me and stuff.  It was the only reason I wanted a clone.  Of course, the bad outweighs the good.  The biggest being that we would eventually attempt to kill the other one off.  That is always an issue.  I do not have much time left.  So, I look at it this way.  I can be as naughty as I wanna be for the end of the month.  Then my resolution shall be this long list of stuff that I must go by.  You know, give me goals, allow me to stop whatever without having to do so cold turkey.  Attempt to live things well even this month, knowing that if I fail, I will just make myself stronger for the rest of the existence.  Hey, my order is on it's way!!  Oh wow... so tired.  Must clean thee fuzzy teeth.  They are bothering me.  That is one routine that I expect to master, without thought, or consciousness.  Aye... it can and shall be done, and makes me happy thinking about it.  I have this great plan, and I feel confident that it shall work.  Eeks... tired bones filter my soul.  I think I shall ready myself for bed...

Master of Maddness, signing off......
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