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I was supposed to post a drunk blog, but I forgot. Logging offline last night and drunk dialing my California friends seemed much more pressing at the time. Except then I was chastised for not living up to my full drunken blog posting potential. I hang my head in shame.

Anyway, again I lack for anything interesting to say. I woke up late and surprisingly not hungover. I bummed around online. I went for a long walk in the strange non-rain the city is dealing. Sat in the local coffee shop and read The Onion for a bit. And now I'm contemplating a nap. The rain on the tin roof next door sounds amazing.

Or maybe I'll watch the second, or perhaps I should say fifth Star Wars movie. I had a brilliant discussion and got all hyped up talking about the Hoth battle scene with the All Terrain Armored Transports. And then it made me think of the poem that I like, which I will now share. What I can remember, anyway.

Ode to a fallen AT-AT

All Terrain Armored Transport lying in the snow
Like a strangely beautiful fallen sparrow

Once you were terrifying, now you are broken
Once you were glistening, now you are smokin'
Lying on an icy bed

Like you AT-AT, the galaxy is upside-down
Our princess is in love with a scoun-drel

...fuck, that's all I can remember. I love the men of George Lucas Appreciation Society.

I'm such a dork.