Everything's officially moved into the room. I just need some kind of tool to put my bed-frame together, and...well, I don't know.

Need. Nah. Need nothing.

"Could use" sounds better, less...needy.

As you can see, my brain has become oatmeal. With specks of dog crap and semen in it.

Now would be a good time to argue with me.

I honestly don't feel like doing much of anything at all. I intend to do just that, and I probably will until Battle Angel Alita: Last Order Vol. 7 arrives in my mailbox.

I'm short-sighted and impotent. Why do people love me, again?

Tags: meaningless relay of facts
≤: lazy
♫: Gwar ~ "Bring Back the Bomb"