I'm sick of Kennedy and Khrushchev and how the whole stupid missile crisis was basically just the two of them puffing up their chests and pounding one them, trying not to fall over an embarrass the hell out of themselves. Ugh
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Seeing people I know and love that I haven't seen in ages because they live halfway across the world and just happen to be in Austin at the same time rocks. It rocks a whole hell of a lot
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The loss of Kurt Vonnegut has ripped my heart out and replaced it with, well, nothing. Tonight, I shall drink in your honor. Pour out a forty for our fallen hero and perhaps crack open Cat's Cradle once more.