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ADDENDUM: I love Flogging Molly as much as PETA loves animals.

Thursday should be fun.

New one-liner, since I needed to lose the old one (vol. XVIII):

Watching DVRed episodes of Colbert at someone else's house. Ingrid Newkirk guesting. Idly wishing I loved anything in this world as much as PETA loves animals.

Well, there's that.

(Depending on your time zone, I guess.)

I am now going to try an experiment.

Cake.

I'm tired of seeing that last post.

I bought a hat today. Go me.

I wonder how many more blithering idiots are going to re-open their accounts this month.

So I just got out of the shower.

All of my clothes are in the car, ready to be taken off to be laundrinated tomorrow night.

I'm down to a pair of the gothest boxers ever.

I wonder what I'm going to do for work tomorrow.

I grew bored with those last words.

The master plan remains slow-going. I remain trapped in a world I never made. So it goes.

I don't particularly feel like anything right now, save that buzzing annoyance with the slowness with which the human world moves and that perpetual feeling that I'm once again surrounded by people with less backbone than I'd like.

The best person ever leaves for a while, and the worst person ever shows up.

Way to be wrong, internet.