I am fat, ugly writing machine tonight. This is number two, right after this.
I cried tonight. Really cried. I cried to Sara at 100 kbps. It wasn't nearly as cathartic as it should have been. Then I hit myself in the face with a Louisville Slugger.
Addendum: "I'm just a boat on the ocean and I'm just a ship lost at sea." -Matthew Good (While We Were Hunting Rabbits)