I'm up! Got up about two hours ago. How the time flies! I have a feeling I should right my schedule to something more "normal", but I don't know why.

The jocks on the floor below us are having a party. There party isn't loud, and even if it was, I wouldn't complain. I'm slightly afraid to go outside, however, lest one of their jock friends decides to do something rather nasty to me.

I can hear them peeing again in the alleyway/driveway that runs between this house and the next. We have to walk through that to get to Lake's car.

What is it, anyway, with jocks and peeing? They seem to take great joy, especially when drunk, at peeing where ever they please. It's as if they're marking their territory or something.

Jocks (and other varieties of overly-macho guys) are easily manipulated. About 5 years ago, I knew this skinhead named Joel. Lake and I got him to squirt Banaca up his nose. We didn't ask him, all we said was we were too afraid to. In response to our little experiment he grabbed the Banaca, squirt-squirt, then cried out in pain.

Another jock is now peeing.