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We talked. It's kosher.

I think I'm going braindead.

And I haven't imbibed for a couple weeks now. So that isn't the cause.

Blah blah blah blah blah.

I realized a few hours ago that Field Research Methods can be abbreviated as "Fire Meth," which gives me a strange sense of satisfaction.

Oh, and I've been out of residential for four years now, as of a few days ago.

Saw Shaun. I'm tired, and don't feel like discussing that right now.

Anyhoos, I have a few friends with the political compass application on Facebook. I'm delighted by the cute little cluster into which most of us fall:


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Get over it.

Tom is a jerk.

Tom is sitting next to me.

Tom has sex with elves.

Awesome.

I don't know why it hadn't yet occurred to me to pirate Chocolate Rain.

But it has crossed my mind, and needless to say, it is now MINE.

This brings me much joy.

I was going to write about feeling apathetic.

But I'm too apathetic to be bothered.