Welcome to the gates of literary hell

This was a fairly unusual weekend for me.  I went out with kim to a pseudo party on saturday night.  It really wasn't worth my time at all.  There was one kid in a sumo outfit who loved beer pong,  he was challenging everyone.  He must have played 10 games in the short time i was there.  I feel like in beer pong, even if you lose, you still sort of win.  So that game has that going for it.  As opposed to that kid who had nothing going for him.  One of the girls has a large black boyfriend who was just wearing a black cape.  I wonder if he was going as count blackula.  Instead of sucking blood, he drains social security money from the government.  The funny thing is he would sleep all day regardless of whether or not he was a vampire.  On sunday i watched football as usual but then a bunch of us went to dinner and then went to watch a great artsy film called Saw III.  Vere, Erin and Joe weren't as impressed with it as Rob, BG and I were.  So fuck them.  I hope there will be a Saw IV.  Nothing would please me more.  The general consensus is that my mustache is awful and yet only rob wants me to get rid of it.  Everyone else seems to be getting used to it.  However it has to go soon as its crippling my already crippled social life.  God damn my album is taking forever to be finished.  The song writing part of it is the longest part.  Slowly but surely its coming together.  If i had to take a guess i would say by the spring it will be ready for the zero people who are looking forward to it.  My unhappiness with RI continues.  However i have finally realized how much i care for my friends and yet i want to leave here now more than ever.  And so the pipe dream of moving out west is back.  Probably going to end up being fruitless (in both senses of the term).  Alright i'm tired.