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Tonight could, but doesn't quite, mark the end of an era. Azumanga Daioh ep 26 is up and about, and ready to simultaneously entertain me and sadden me with the lack of a 27. Look at Sakaki-chan, so cute up there in the corner. She's sad. I'll be sad, too. Maybe thats why I delay the inevitable; that I'll need to change my website's layout.

I wont though, because I'm lazy, crippled, and just don't care. I don't want to become someone who just reads peoples lives all day, driven by an addictive force somewhere along the lines of morphine. I don't want to hit my friends up for useless introspectives to their own, boring lives. Its just too sad. At least, I don't want to do that exclusively.

The "Attack the Gas Station!" OST is finaly mine. Long live korea. I did the Macy's balloon thing yesterday even though I am a useless cripple, but things seemed to go well. I'd wager that developement of my atrophe'd areas was probably great and numerous, and the injury afforded me immunity from doing things that I really didn't want to do in the first place. Unfortunately, during, afterward, and most likely for the next few weeks, comfort will be fleeting at best. Goddamn comfort.

Spoke a lot a few days ago with my partner in crime. We think a lot alike. Sometimes I even amaze myself, the ammount of topics I can speak competently on. Maybe you should take notes. I'm going to sleep, because being awake has sucked for quite a while. Just giving food to the fishies. Later