I had all this stuff lined up to write about and then I was at a bar on Friday night when a Land Rover drove into the bar and, consequently, into me. I have all this time on my hands, and nothing to do, but Vicodin doesn't really lend itself to articulation. Oh, and did I mention that I'm supposed to move on Saturday? I didn't? Well, I'm supposed to move on Saturday. I can't fucking wait for that.
I'll be around.
In the mean time, be brutally honest regarding your thoughts about me in the comments. K? K.