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Story up tomorrow, I'm too darn tired tonight. And yes it will have furries in it, possibly on fire. And toilets, and sky explosions, and moldy ham, and antacid, and nerd zombies...am I promising too much? Probably. Anything else I should try and shoehorn into this epic?

Currently listening to: The Wipers. You need to ask yourself right now: Why am I not listening to The Wipers? Seriously, you can buy a box set of their first three albums for dirt cheap, you have no reason not to give Greg Sage a chance!

Shoot, I was trying to think of something else interesting to say. I hate being tired. But I like writing though, even if its just random crap that I'll never show to anyone. It makes me feel normal and sane. I wonder if it was like that for other great writers, they had to do it or go nuts. Of course, some of them did go insane or were insane already. I'd say that all great writers are a little crazy, they have to be otherwise their work would be boring....

Oh and who saw Brett Michaels get nailed by that piece of scenery? Hi-larious. Poison was and still is a horrible band. I don't care what anyone says, Every Rose has It's Thorn is cheesy maudlin crap. I don't hate them as much as Extreme though. Their name is false advertising. Oh yeah, lets just hate on 80s hairbands now right? Thats topical. Hey, shut up. It's my rambling blog post and I'll say what I damn well please. I hate all 80s hair bands. Except for Skid Row and I don't think they really count.
Oh hey, he wasn't going to write a story out tonight but he has time and energy to waste our time with pointless shit. What a fucking hypocrite.
The voices in my head are insulting me. I'd better just chug a bottle of sleeping pills and go to bed.

Oh and if you can, go see Up. It's a very good movie. But very sad, if you cry easily at movies, bring a box of tissues.

And I'm out...