If there's a stupid, sad Internet trend that you would love nothing more than to stop, erase all memory of its existence, and murder its creators in the most brutal, Tom Savini-esque fashion, post this exact sentence in your journal.
My web host appears to be unhappy with the level of downtime that it had previously given me. To that end, it has decided to increase that level by several hundred points.
Yeah, so there's that. And then Danielle's stuff, and then earthquaking, and then explosions and fire and brimstone. I was going to write more, but the Ides of March are over.