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IN THE NAME OF THE KING COMES OUT TOMORROW

IT'S GOING TO BE SUCH A TRAINWRECK

EVEN IF IT'S GOOD

ESPECIALLY IF IT'S GOOD

BUT IT WON'T BE, BECAUSE IT'S BOLL

I AM SO SO SO PUMPED

I am bored out of my everloving mind.

It's the scariest feeling ever, as in my experience it always precedes utter disaster.

Why can't boredom ever precede something fun for me, like a lottery win or freaky circus sex?

Okay, why am I so turned on by watching the girl from the Broadway adaptation of Young Frankenstein sing "A Roll in the Hay" on Letterman?

I mean, aside from the obvious reasons.

My tone-deaf brother thinks that Rock Band is for him to quote-unquote sing.

I'm going to murder him in his sleep.

Anybody else halfheartedly trying to find someone to kiss at midnight?

CURRENTLY: Re-re-re-re-installing Diablo 2 on my laptop, because apparently I can't be arsed to find a newer game to play at work.

This (physical, meat-space) place has all the drawbacks of me being a big fish in a small pond combined with all the benefits of being alone in a vast, barren wasteland. It's almost a pity that I'm a prince here, as jumping ship sometimes seems like such a wonderful option.

Okay, so apparently I either don't know how to embed non-Youtube videos or you just can't do it here. I'm assuming the latter. Your loss, I guess.

This is me testing code for an unrelated board post. Please disregard.

I'm feeling weird tonight. I had to utilize breaking-and-entering skills twice; one of those times didn't work. I'm having to bet on people who can't remember things to keep my ass out of the fire. It's got my brain buggered, so don't mind me if I'm weird.

Prescription-strength painkillers, by the way.