One day there will be a condition named after me

for people who write endless amounts of bad blog posts at ridiculous hours of the morning while their brains are pumped up on citric acid (found in orange soda. I don't do drugs.)

I completely failed at overhauling my comp's UI today. Yes, (something)lite or whatever it happened to be called was such a b!tch to deal with, I deleted it. And now I growl at how ugly vista is.

GRAWROAR! RAAAAGE!

Following this, I made a picture of a giant robot my background, and immediately felt better. I like giant robots. Caveat, don't expect this post to be stellar. It's 3 AM now, and I'm as effed up as one can be without imbibing a shred of alcohol or narcotics. For kicks, I could keep going on the sleep deprivation, but I'm saving that for summer, when I may or may not convert to a new sleep schedule that would mean I spend 6 hours more awake each day.

While in transition, however, you get 4 days of feeling like sh!t from sleep deprivation and, oh yes, hallucinations. Yeah, like being on drugs, but cheaper and with less sleep, I suppose.

Narcotic comatose states aside, I started really looking at the hit counter recently, and I was blown away. Thank each and every one of you for visiting and reading. It's nice, even if none of you comment and only visit to see how bad this is. If it's like that, then go ahead and tell me. Not having to do this would free up a lot of my time.

It would, however, be a bit of a loss. Since it's here I can tell inside jokes and piss people off from the comfort of my own bed. At 3 in the un-man-in-the-sky-ly morning.

-St. Anthony Danger Clarke, nope-da-pope of Anthistianity.