I was up all night chatting with Jason. Interesting and good company so far. Always suspected as much, really. I had to stay up to babysit my downloader. I threw open almost my entire collection to be downloaded by the world for a fellow named Joey in North Carolina. The grinding from the tower was phenomenal. It seems that what I have is sorely collectable. It finally crashed at four in the morning. When I say crashed, I quite mean it. I had to re-install my downloader.
*blank* Just now I remember too late that the close of the Fringe Party was last night. Oh holy hell. Work really shut down the brain last night. I’ve been talking for about twelve hours with the internet and the only sound to escape me has been laughter. Now? Insert loud swearing. Extremly pissed off cursing with terms that would scorch earth in a more narrative driven universe. Take frustration and mix it with self idiocy and bake it until it is made of iron. Now drop it on your exposed brain. I can hear myself crying.
Mystery hatred in my own bloody mind. I think I just burned a hell damned bridge.