Ever get that feeling?
Where you just wanted to say "BLEGH!" and lick your sock and smell some acrylic paint and perhaps defecate a little?
Uhmyeah.
That's my feeling right now.
But guess what!
I hate pooping.
I'm also pretty tired.
I'll be going to bed.
As the raven's eye watches I'm going to bed.
And perhaps becoming a poet.
Or insane.
:D