4.3.1993

For some reason I was restless last night and couldn't sleep. There were two beers left in the 'fridge. I got up and started drinking them while watching really bad movies on late night cable. I got stuck on a horrible film that had Adam Ant in it. After that, Brazil was on. Joe came home around five in the morning and sat down on the couch to scarf some ice cream. I called in some bogus orders on 1-800 TV commercials for Mr. Temper Tantrum. So far I've signed him up for free information from the Scientologists, Hair Club for Men, Rogaine treatments, how to become a school teacher, and Robert Tilton's Success N' Life ministries. I'm having all this shit sent to the store with Mr. Temper Tantrum's name on it. I would like to do more to cause him misery but I don't have the means, or the evil creativity at the moment. I'll leave the heavy duty stuff to John.

I still talk to the guys down at the store and a whole bunch of wrong has happened. Sounds like the employees are moving forward with a harassment lawsuit against Mr. Temper Tantrum. John has figured out a bunch of personal information on Mr. Temper Tantrum, like where he lives and shit. Apparently he's been pulling all sorts of pranks on him like ordering shit COD and having it sent to Mr. Temper Tantrum overnight from Argentina. John has been setting him up so the guy can't weasel out of the bills they hand him at his front door. Gotta love it.