I think if some people could just get a little drugs, sex, and/or violence in their lives I'd be a lot less anoyed with those some people. (Heh. Size 13 clodhoppers.) I may be a part of those some people I'm talking about. I certainly have none of the three. Unless you count caffiene. And masturbation. And video games. And, you know, I don't think any of 'em count.

I am on the precipice of DONE, but not there, and teetering on the edge is immensely painful. They keep making me work at work, and it really ruins the doing the paper thing.

One more hour should do it. Then my life can be ... life again. As much as it ever is.